Bettia
08-04-2005, 16:19
OOC: The scene - 'Halal Grub' - a quaint little 'greasy spoon' cafe in downtown Gabalfa. Two gruff, superannuated (i.e. old) men, Jamil and Munir, are pouring over the morning paper over a fried breakfast.
IC:
"Ere, Jamil! Have you seen this? That Atkins has only gone and picked Pullman for our Baptism of Fire Cup squad (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=410633#postmenu_8624422)."
"Oh, I'm not too worried about him - sure the guy's a bloody nutcase, but at least he's OUR nutcase! I reckon our boys'll do alright though, don't you?"
"Yeah, maybe. I mean, we're in with a chance. We're as good as the rest of 'em. When does it start?"
"Dunno to be honest. Sometime this month I guess... eeh, I don't like the look of them kids over there... them ones with the hooded tops. You just know they're up to no good. Reckon they're the ones who smashed up Faisal's greenhouse the other day."
"Ah never mind, they'll be up for military service soon - that'll sort 'em out - bit of discipline will do em good. I mean, this country hasn't been independant for long, but at least the streets are safer now. Not like under that idiot General Fayatt."
"Yep, ever since our country broke away from him, things have been getting better. Not like in our day - we'd get flogged if one of them secret police got the wrong idea about you."
"Yer telling me. Still got them scars on me back, I 'ave. And all because I suggested the President had a big nose!"
"Yes yes, I know. We all know."
"Ere, you don't think that General's planning something, do you?"
"General Whatsisface? Nah, he's got too much on his plate at home to bother us. His little empire's falling to pieces - I guess we not the only ones who couldn't stand that psychotic so-and-so. Anyway, that military service of ours keeps us secure. That and the shariah law. At least that's one thing the government's got right - soon we'll be able to leave our front doors unlocked, just like in the old days. And we don't have to worry about where we can eat. Mind you, I can't believe the government's putting money into that newfangled space programme. I dunno about you, but I heard that they're putting up a gert big space weapon thingy. Top secret apparently, but that's what I heard."
"From where?"
"My grandson. He's into this internet lark. He's even starting up a 'web design' business, whatever that is. I thought it was only spiders what did that. Anyway, he says he saw it somewhere on this web. A conspiracy theory whatsit."
"Website?"
"Aye, thats the fella. Anyways, if that 'space weapon' thing is true, that'll keep Whatsisface, and any other Tom, Dick or Harry who fancies a pop at us, off our backs. I'd like to know how they're gonna pay for it though. I mean, they could do with spending a bit of money on the buses and stuff. I had to wait 20 minutes in the rain this morning, and then when it came it was full!"
"You know what this place needs? An underground system. At least we'll stay dry while we're waiting."
"Can I take your plates?"
"Oh yes, thanks. Ah, those sausages really hit the spot. Right then, I'll be off to me allotment. Them blimmin' magpies were getting at my onions yesterday. See you at the mosque tomorrow?"
"Yes, God willing. See you tomorrow. Assalamu alaikum."
"Walaikum salam."
IC:
"Ere, Jamil! Have you seen this? That Atkins has only gone and picked Pullman for our Baptism of Fire Cup squad (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=410633#postmenu_8624422)."
"Oh, I'm not too worried about him - sure the guy's a bloody nutcase, but at least he's OUR nutcase! I reckon our boys'll do alright though, don't you?"
"Yeah, maybe. I mean, we're in with a chance. We're as good as the rest of 'em. When does it start?"
"Dunno to be honest. Sometime this month I guess... eeh, I don't like the look of them kids over there... them ones with the hooded tops. You just know they're up to no good. Reckon they're the ones who smashed up Faisal's greenhouse the other day."
"Ah never mind, they'll be up for military service soon - that'll sort 'em out - bit of discipline will do em good. I mean, this country hasn't been independant for long, but at least the streets are safer now. Not like under that idiot General Fayatt."
"Yep, ever since our country broke away from him, things have been getting better. Not like in our day - we'd get flogged if one of them secret police got the wrong idea about you."
"Yer telling me. Still got them scars on me back, I 'ave. And all because I suggested the President had a big nose!"
"Yes yes, I know. We all know."
"Ere, you don't think that General's planning something, do you?"
"General Whatsisface? Nah, he's got too much on his plate at home to bother us. His little empire's falling to pieces - I guess we not the only ones who couldn't stand that psychotic so-and-so. Anyway, that military service of ours keeps us secure. That and the shariah law. At least that's one thing the government's got right - soon we'll be able to leave our front doors unlocked, just like in the old days. And we don't have to worry about where we can eat. Mind you, I can't believe the government's putting money into that newfangled space programme. I dunno about you, but I heard that they're putting up a gert big space weapon thingy. Top secret apparently, but that's what I heard."
"From where?"
"My grandson. He's into this internet lark. He's even starting up a 'web design' business, whatever that is. I thought it was only spiders what did that. Anyway, he says he saw it somewhere on this web. A conspiracy theory whatsit."
"Website?"
"Aye, thats the fella. Anyways, if that 'space weapon' thing is true, that'll keep Whatsisface, and any other Tom, Dick or Harry who fancies a pop at us, off our backs. I'd like to know how they're gonna pay for it though. I mean, they could do with spending a bit of money on the buses and stuff. I had to wait 20 minutes in the rain this morning, and then when it came it was full!"
"You know what this place needs? An underground system. At least we'll stay dry while we're waiting."
"Can I take your plates?"
"Oh yes, thanks. Ah, those sausages really hit the spot. Right then, I'll be off to me allotment. Them blimmin' magpies were getting at my onions yesterday. See you at the mosque tomorrow?"
"Yes, God willing. See you tomorrow. Assalamu alaikum."
"Walaikum salam."