numero uno
[dictated and shouted, because clearly all the lads from CID are hiding behind some door somewhere - and yes he has checked out the journal and his name plate on the door, any copper worth his salt would have checked the joint out before jumping to conclusions.]
Right! Come on, own up. Which one o' you bastards slipped somethin' in me beer? Last I knew I was 'avin' a sly forty winks in me office after we'd been in the Trafford Arms for an extended lunch and I wake up in the ruddy Ritz.
Now either I've woken up in frigging Hyde, David Bowie's flippin' spaceship or one o' you smart arsed gits fancies themselves as the next Monty bleedin' Python. Tip for ya lads, you forgot the incriminating prossie in bed next to me.
DI Dorothy! This isn't fucking Kansas, stick your fancy arsed talking book up your arse and tell me what the 'ell is goin' on or Toto gets it.
Right! Come on, own up. Which one o' you bastards slipped somethin' in me beer? Last I knew I was 'avin' a sly forty winks in me office after we'd been in the Trafford Arms for an extended lunch and I wake up in the ruddy Ritz.
Now either I've woken up in frigging Hyde, David Bowie's flippin' spaceship or one o' you smart arsed gits fancies themselves as the next Monty bleedin' Python. Tip for ya lads, you forgot the incriminating prossie in bed next to me.
DI Dorothy! This isn't fucking Kansas, stick your fancy arsed talking book up your arse and tell me what the 'ell is goin' on or Toto gets it.