The two of them walked by like they owned the place. No’ lookin’ at anybody; flauntin’ it; flickin’ the hair like a shampoo advert. And I felt like standin’ up and shoutin’: “See them? Aye them two that we’re no’ good enough fur! That’s them just oot the toilet. Aye. Knickers doon like everybody else. They’re the same as the rest ay us! Don’t let them shove ye aboot! Manipulatin’ bastarts.” Eyes narrowed I’d sit doon while everybody cheered and applauded. And them two? They’d be askin’ fur ma number later on. Oh aye. Cut through the performance and they’re hingin’ on yer every word.
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