Top Dog Page #2

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- You all right, Bill? You're a bit quiet.

I got some business.

It ain't strictly football, but it

does concern the AC and this place.

This place? Mate,

this place is a shithole.

Yeah, but it's my aunt and uncle's shithole.

Someone's putting the squeeze on it.

So what are you saying?

What I'm saying, is that this

place is our new official home.

- You make all the decisions now, eh?

- Yeah. Anyone got a problem with that?

Good.

The first thing we got to do is sort

out this little firm draining the till.

I want some faces here

next Thursday. Lots of them.

You don't change do you?

Mix it up a bit.

Do you know I can't remember the last

time I had my nails done, you know?

It's so nice to be a bit girlie.

Thanks, honey. I really needed that.

Shush. And by the way, you look...

Don't say glowing, for God's sake.

Because Graham says it all the bloody time.

Well, if you let me finish, I was

actually going to say you look gorgeous.

Well, thank you,

but I look like a house.

No you don't, you just look like

you're pregnant. Do you remember me?

I was massive with Alfie. Massive.

Ankles the size of a rhino's.

It was ridiculous.

So how's Graham then?

Oh, he's all right.

A little bit stressed since he lost his job,

but what can you do, you know?

What? Why didn't you say anything?

Something'd come up.

Always does, doesn't it?

Babe, just hear me out here.

Look, I know you and Billy

don't see eye-to-eye,

but do you want me to

have a word with him?

'Cause, babe, I'm sure we

can sort something out.

No, 'cause he don't

want Billy to know.

Besides, it's bad enough them watching

football all the bloody time.

Can you imagine them

working together and all?

Besides, that even

might have to go soon.

Well, babe, don't tell

me things are that bad.

No, not at the moment. Ooh!

Bloody little bugger! I swear to God, if

this peanut kicks me one more time today,

I'm gonna do my nut!

Do you know what

he wants to call him?

- Oh, God, what? Go on.

- Glenn. After Glenn Hoddle.

- What? Oh, God, that's horrible.

- I know.

What are you going

to do if it's a girl?

Well, he said it can be called Glenn

too, because Glenn's also a girl's name.

Glenn Close, Fatal Attraction.

I mean, what a blood idiot.

What's he thinking?

I mean, talk about bunny-boiler.

Ooh, there it goes again.

Bill? Lift off.

What's so important?

Come through to upstairs.

Hello, Mickey. Long time no see.

Billy Evans.

This is all a bit Lock, Stock, innit?

What the f***'s all this about?

This place. It's ours now.

What do you mean, "Ours"?

- The AC's.

- Acton Casuals.

F***ing hell. Has no one told you all that

football bollocks died out years ago?

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