17th July, 2013With Maury’s help and a nice backhander that would probably help furnish his next lounge, I managed to secure interviews with the majority of the new players at the club’s training ground.
First up was Sonny. Slouched on the bench, jeans hanging from below his waist and boxers way up, cap at a jaunty angle—rather uncouth.
SONNY: Dawg, I was raised in Peckham, innit? By Auntie M and ‘im.
I later learnt that ‘dawg’ was a term of endearment rather than Sonny mistaking me for being a canine.
STANLEY: Where were your parents?
SONNY: Died before I was born, yer get me?
This was rather shocking and nonsensical.
STANLEY: Both?
SONNY: Yo dawg, yer deaf or summat?
STANLEY: So how did your mother give birth to you?
SONNY: Yer tryin’ be clever? All that matters is Aunt M and m
