“Honest, Bob. Honest. This time it’s a
winner for sure.”
“Like all your
last money making ideas, No thanks, I think I’ll pass, Joe.”
“Aw, Bob. Don’t
be like that. I may have some…er… minor hiccups in the past, but this one is a
real winner.”
“Minor! You call
buying 500 HD players a week after Blue ray took over, as a minor hiccup? You
lost over three hundred pounds on them…What the hell would be a major hiccup?”
“They might have
come back, retro style. Retro is in.”
“They’re not
bloody retro, they’re unwanted. They are the losers.”
“Okay, so maybe
I’ve made some bad choices.”
“Are you for
real Joe? You really think I’m going to invest in anything you do. Anything.
How much am I still out for on the last sure fire winner?”
“twohundredandfifty….”
“What? Don’t
mumble Joe. Two hundred and fifty pounds was that? And what did I get for my
investment?”
“That’s not gone
though, there’s still a chance…”
“Don’t be a
stupid fool all your life. The Nigerians are not going to send ten times the
money back to you for laundering their cash. You’re an idiot, pure and simple.”
“That’s not
nice. Sometimes you really know how to hurt someone you do, Bob. I’m trying.”
“Too bloody
right you are. You’re nothing but a pain in the arse…”
“You promised,
Mum you’d watch out for me, help me, On her death bed you promised, Bob. On her
death bed…”
“…Okay…Okay… I
did, I did promise her I’d keep an eye on you, help you where I could. God help
me, what’s your big idea then?”
“Thanks Bob.
You’re the bestest brother a man could have.”
“I’ve not agreed
anything yet. Let’s hear your idea first.”
“Here.”
“You telling me,
Joe, that your big idea is a bottle of brown water?”
“Taste it.
Honest, I’ve seen this stuff selling off the supermarket shelves. And it’s dead
easy to make. I can see that for at least a quid fifty. And I can make as much
as you want for about thirty pence.”
“You want me to
taste this? It’s got bits floating in it for god’s sake. What that bent piece
of metal at the bottom?”
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