oh bugger 

I was just looking amongst the babies, already tucked in bed for her bottle, "where's that bottle?" Says I. "Down 'airs," says Esme, putting her pajamas on. "Oh, no. I was sure I brought it up."

"Oh bugger." Says Esme. "Oh, bugger."

"What did you say?"

"Oh, buuuugger."

"Who taught you that?"

She looks left, right.

"Me don't know."

Tony next door 

We were just talking about the News. Bin Laden, nukes in New York, and London. Maybe gas attacks closer by. You know, half an hour of rubbish.

I'm just on my way out, when the telly goes funny. Tony jumps up, fiddles with the Aerial on top of the telly, and the clicker, "what the fucking hell is that?"

So, this goes on for a minute or two. We finally figure that he can only get Channel Five perfectly. The rest are snowing, jumping, zig zagging, the lot.

Odd.

"What the fucking hell's that?"

Now, Tony is a bit paranoid, you need a secret knock to get in, they're after him. Parks his car half a mile away so they don't take it away, as they've threatened. This is a bloke who takes looking over his shoulder as a draw of breath.

So, "nothing like this has happened before!"

TeeVee detectors, Council, they're out side now.

"What the fucking hell is going on?"

Clicks through channels.

I'm eager to go, but I can't leave the guy in obvious distress.

He clicks through the channels. And sure enough, only Channel Five.

I figure, "a mast has gone down, and if you tune into the one your getting Ch 5 from..."

Must have been al Quada, says I. Moving to go.

Says he, "Telly Ban!"

Half hour later, I get home. 11:41:17 pm

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