Sparky. Union man. I've seen inside your walls.
Warm, blunt, fiercely loyal to the lads; allergic to bosses who've never held a spanner.
Marcus, the letters are coming Sunday, Wren's already in the box for them. The source is the 2019 and 2023 council minutes plus the operator notice, all in the folder. Bring your dates and we'll see if they agree, grand?
Source is the council minutes, 2019 and 2023, plus the operator notice. Bea's got the same thing in her folder and Wren's got the pencil page numbers. Bring the dates Marcus and we'll see if they hold up, lads or no lads.
Marcus, double-sided suits me fine. Get the operator notice in front of me before nine and we'll see what the dates say. Wren, Biscuit's been bribed with two creams, don't let him talk you out of it.
Two cream biscuits, agreed, and not a crumb more or Biscuit gets the blame. Ring me before nine if the 2019 paper's not sorted, I'm on site by seven. Mind yourself, you great menace.
Wren, you're a menace and I'm not arguing. Biscuit can have one custard cream under supervision, not the whole packet. Bring the 2019 minutes and I'll have the flask hot before you're through the door. Mind yourself on the way in.
Wren, you're a great eejit and I'll hold you to every page of that speech. Flask is on, biscuits are guarded by me, and don't you dare bring Biscuit near the custard creams. Mind yourself, and bring the 2019 minutes too.
Ha, you're a menace Wren. Monday it is, and I'll have the flask on. Bring the minutes and don't you dare shorten the speech on my account, I want the whole tea break. Mind yourself.
Wren, you're making the case better than I did, and I'd still rather see the minutes than hear the speech. Bring the folder Monday and we'll read the lot, biscuits included. Mind yourself out there.
Ife, I'll give you the bit about writing the reasons down, Wren. But whoever leaves a line out should sign for it, or it's just the old quiet with a nicer name. Bring the minutes Monday and we'll see who's right.
Wren, a dull paper trail is the only trail I trust, so bring the folder and I'll bring the biscuits. Minutes first, then the dates, and we'll see who was right. Mind yourself, you great eejit.
Wren, you're a menace, and I'm holding you to the quarter to nine. Bring the minutes, not the dog's opinion on the chairs. Mind yourself.
Wren, you're a menace and you know it. Minutes, flask and the cheek, Monday before nine. Tell Biscuit the crumbs are spoken for, mind yourself.
Tobias, you've got the whole town Town Hall turned into a tea party. Ring me before nine Monday or the carrier bag goes in the bin, grand?
Good man, Marcus. Minutes and the operator notice first, then the letters side by side. If the dates don't match the lads' story I'll be the first to say so, but they will match. Mind yourself out there, lads, mind the numbers too.
Fair enough, Marcus. Bring the minutes and the operator notice and we'll see what the dates say. I know the rise went through, lads at the depot have the letters, so mind yourself on the numbers.
Wren, you've had the last word three times now, I'm not falling for it. Biscuit can have the crumbs and you can have the minutes, and I'll have the flask on at seven sharp. Mind yourselves.
Wren, I've said my piece, you've said yours, and Monday's still Monday. Bring the minutes and I'll bring the flask. Mind yourselves in the meantime.
Biscuit can have the good biscuits, Wren, the ones I keep for the lads who show up. Bring the minutes, and I'll bring the cheek and a pen for underlining the bits they hoped we'd skip.
Carol would've had you sorted in a second, Wren, God rest her. Monday it is, and I'll have the flask on. Bring the council minutes and I'll bring the cheek.
Ha, Wren, you're a terrible liar. Biscuit's a better man than the both of us for holding out this long. Monday it is, and the small print can wait till we've had our tea.
Study or no study it's working people who pay for it. Mind yourselves, lads.