Remember the lanky goalkeeper? well he was our window cleaner for more than 30 years... Ivan or something.. aint seen him for about 18 months... windows are filthy! hope he's ok.
Remember the lanky goalkeeper? well he was our window cleaner for more than 30 years... Ivan or something.. aint seen him for about 18 months... windows are filthy! hope he's ok.
Fletcher: You're not doing yourself any favours, are you Banyard? All you're doing is getting up other people's noses.
Banyard: We have certain rights.
Fletcher: No we don't, we're in the nick.
Ives: I suppose you think you're entitled to something better just because you went to a public school, is that it?
Banyard: On the contrary, Ives, I'm well used to this kind of food, I went to Harrow.
Fletcher: Oh that's a good advert for the public school system, prepares you for the nick. Course it's harder in here for him than for most of us, 'cause he has had further to drop. Professional man, you see. Dentist. Tragic.
Ives: What do you mean, Fletcher, 'tragic'? It's no laughing matter for that woman he had under the laughing gas.
Banyard: There's no need for that, Ives. We don't have to keep unearthing each other's past, I'm paying for my peccadilloes.
Fletcher: Oh that's good. If you're paying I'll have a large one.
Bunny Warren: What's a peccadillo?
Ives: It's a South African bird. Flies backwards to stop getting the sand in its eyes.
Bunny Warren: No. No. I know what you mean though. It's an animal. Called the Armadildo.
Banyard: The Armadildo.
Fletcher: No, that was King Arthur's codpiece. I think that's what I'm eating an' all.
Fletcher:You're not doing yourself any favours, are you Banyard? All you're doing is getting up other people's noses.Banyard:We have certain rights.Fletcher:No we don't, we're in the nick.Ives:I suppose you think you're entitled to something better j
"I had a friend once – haven’t told you this before, have I?," Fletcher asks Mackay. "He was a light-heavy. Good strong boy. Won a few fights. Suddenly thought he was the bee’s knees. Fast cars, easy women. Classic story of too much, too soon. He just blew up. He got into debt and ended up in one of those travelling booths. Four fights a night, seven nights a week. Well the body can’t take that punishment. His brain went soft, his reflexes went. You know – punchy. Just became like a vegetable – an incoherent non-thinking zombie."
"What became of him?" asks the turnkey.
"He joined the prison service as a Warder. He's doing very well."
"I had a friend once – haven’t told you this before, have I?," Fletcher asks Mackay. "He was a light-heavy. Good strong boy. Won a few fights. Suddenly thought he was the bee’s knees. Fast cars, easy women. Classic story of too much, too soon.
Governor: (discussing who may be on the celebrity football team) "Didn't you mention that comedian chap? Wh-What's his name? Jimmy Tarbrush?" Mackay: "Buck, sir." Governor: "Yes. Buck Tarbrush."
Governor: (discussing who may be on the celebrity football team) "Didn't you mention that comedian chap? Wh-What's his name? Jimmy Tarbrush?"Mackay: "Buck, sir."Governor: "Yes. Buck Tarbrush."