I’ll be gutted
‘Whatever the Brexit deal outcome, I’ll be gutted!’
‘Whatever the Brexit deal outcome, I’ll be gutted!’
‘What a brilliant wheeze.’
‘Surely no one would begrudge us a bit of hoarding?’
‘It wasn’t until lockdown that I realised how little we have in common.’
‘I know you work from home now, Edward, but do you still have to do dress-down Friday?’
‘Vaccene with an “e”…’
‘Your starting salary? Why don’t you take a wild guess?’
‘I need to look something up. What’s the wifi password?’
‘And your special subject is: Covid government guidance and rules, November-December 2020.’
‘Can I have the steak and ale pie but without the steak pie?’
‘To get home we follow our trail of nitrous oxide cylinders.’
‘I’ll have a vodka martini — shaken, not stirred — and a Scotch egg.’
‘Typical! All our regulars have decided not to have the vaccine!’
‘The toga party’s over.’
‘They’ve run out of dogs.’
‘And another thing, Doctor… I compulsively rehearse conversations.’
‘Go on! You can have a pint with it.’