I bumped into Old Tom the other day.
"Morning George" he said.
"... Tom" he interrupted.
"... er, yes. I know. Morning Tom"
He shook my hand vigorously.
"Here, Tom, d'you remember that bully Ted Harris? From the King's ..."
"... Head pub? Yes I do." he said. "Not here, is he?" he asked, looking around.
"No, no" I said."I was on my way to the doctors ..."
"No, I was walking."
"Anyway" I continued. "I saw him a few weeks ago down Pitfall Lane."
"Oh no! What'd he do?"
"He shook me warmly by the ..."
"Good grief! What did you say?"
"What did you do?"
"Well, I put my military training to good use, didn't I."
"You begged for mercy, didn't you?"
"Don't we all?" I said. "D'you want to sign my plaster casts Tom?"
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