As I got into my car this morning my neighbour Раddy came over and said, “Simon, can you give me a lift somewhere? It won’t take long.”
“Sure,” I replied, “Jump in.”
He said, “Do a left here and then another left after 800 yards.”
“Ok,” I replied.
“Now do another left here,” he continued, “And then another left at the end.”
After a few minutes he said, “Now stop.”
I said, “Раddy, we are back at your house!”
He said, “I know, there’s no way I’m jogging in this weather.”
Мiск and Раddy were walking in Covent Garden in London. It was their first week in the capital and they were a bit naïve. …
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‘Jayzoos, Maury an’ Josef, Раddy, this is a great city,’ says Мiск. …
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‘Why’s that Мiск?’ responds Раddy. ….
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‘Well, to be sure,’ explains Мiск, ‘where else in the world would a complete stranger come up to ye, make idle chat, invite you to dinner and then offer you to spend the night at their house?’ …
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‘Begorrah, ‘ splutters Раddy, ‘did that happen to ye?’ …
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‘No,’ says Мiск, ‘but it happens to me beautiful sister all the time.’