wont she? After all I’m on the wrong side of fifty.
She WILL! She’s no spring chicken at forty.
Yes, she’ll come, I’m a decent sort of bloke.
She...disnae like ma maw.
No, she won’t.
I’m still fit and strong but...
my figure is not so trim.
Och she will...
The minister he’s giving me the eye.
She’s she’s... not coming.
Steady lad, steady.
YES! She’s here.
The organ is stirring
I knew she wouldn’t let me down.
“Darling, she said, life is about
getting the balance right.
I’ve got the style and you’ve
got the dosh to go the extra mile.”