The Maz Mitrenko Band

"Greetings Will!" said Christopher as he entered the snug "How goes it, you old nairndog?" 

"Not good, Christopher - Anne's on the warpath about the blocked midden so I've come down here for a quiet pint - you've never heard such blifferage!" 

"She's a swoltery clatch for sure, Will" replied his old friend "but I'll bet you wouldn't change her for all the world" 

"Aye" agreed Bill " but I could do without all the swondiddle, though" 

"Anyway" said Christopher "I've just come from the Globe - Henry Evans says he'll have the company ready for rehearsals tomorrow" 

"All good then?" said Will "I'm afraid I won't be in attendance myself, but good luck" 

"Good luck?" 

"Yes, good luck with the play" 

"Dear chap, it's supposed to be the one I gave you to finish last Wednesday" 

"What?!! - the Othello one? - I thought they were doing your Romeo and whatcha call her one!" 

"No, Henry wants the Othello one" 

"Well tell the arsemongle I haven't finished it yet!" 

"He was quite insistent, Will" 

"Oh, bollingbrokes! - I can't go home with Anne all of a futtocking pither - I was all up for a lazy day! - can't Frank do it?" 

"Bacon's in Norfolk, as well you know - now come on, less of this clumditherage - we'll have a swift half - then back to yours - I'll keep Anne at bay while you write" 

"Oh alright, but sometimes, Christopher, it seems to be only me doing all the writing"