“Oh well let’s see what he’s offering,” Nozzer offered, “On the other hand lets not, I got another stiffy. “From Lesbos or are they Lesbo’s?” Nozzer asked. Sex “Twat,” the bloke answered, “Anyway what can I do you for?”
“Oh a nice bird, say twenty one, blonde, big melons,” Nozzer replied. “Off down the Colloseum Tone,” Nostradamous replied, “They got some new Gaulish Mead and a new batch of Angle slaves.”
“Sounds good, I’ll tell Julie,” Mark Anthony replied. Writing it up was the worst, three scrolls all the same for different departments. “Bloody bitches have chucked me out, me dad will have a fit,” she stormed. “But why?” Nozzer asked. “That,” he agreed. “You’ll have to get a new one I reckon,” Nozzer said unhelpfully. Andy had a think and then said “If its Christians again it’s a dead cert but Gauls, I reckon old Leo will run a bloody leage.”
Nozzer nodded and went to check out the Chariots for Saturdays race. “All right keep your crown on,” Mark Anthony replied, “Do you reckon they got any virgins Nozzer?”
“Six weeks in a boat with a bunch of randy Oarsmen, I don’t think so,” Nozzer replied, “More like Oars, anyway the came from what the Angles call “Es Sex” what ever that is.”
“Right,” Mark Anthony agreed.
