Angry Welshman

I had a very surreal conversation last night, one which had me chuckling to myself for a short while afterwards. My mobile rang, and what sounded like a 17–year-old Welsh kid comes on the line:

• “Right you, I got your number off a mate of yours right, you’ve been seen around town with my girlfriend, what have you got to say for yourself?”
• “…. errr” I said.
• “Cos I’m telling you, if I catch you with her again, there’ll be big trouble see?”
• “what’s this mate of mine’s name?”
• “I’m not telling you shit!”
• “Well if you don’t tell me how am I supposed to know what I’ve been doing?”
• “You know perfectly well what you’ve been f***ing doing”
• “I think you’ve got the wrong number mate, I don’t know your girlfriend”
• “Yes you do, don’t you lie to me, you stay the [pauses for dramatic effect] F**K away from her, do you understand me?”
• “What’s her name then?”
• “I know where you live”
• “Where?”
• “I’m telling you I’ll…”
• “No hang on mate, stay on the line, who’s your girlfriend?” I was saying as the irate Welshman hung up.

It looks like I’m in big trouble if I head over Monmouth way.

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