Amock Comedy Magazine 4 HTML version
“Well let me tell you, you don’t run a very tight ship.”
“You’re a nutter,” Joe replied, making his way to the kitchen where Tommy was still making sandwiches.
“Hullo sailor!” Joe said with a cruel grin.
“That bitch Norma, she told you,” the ex-tar screeched.
“Had to, there’s two of your navy chums out there demanding quiche.”
“Oh my God, the Captain.”
“He’s a loony tune.”
“He’s got medals for bravery,” the chef protested.
“Doesn’t matter, he’s still not getting any quiche.”
“Oh let me make him up one, boss, just for old times’ sake.”
“If you make one for him they’ll all want some.”
“Not a problem, I’ve got all the ingredients.”
“Aye, my ingredients.”
“I’ll pay for them.”
“Have you got the hots for this Captain or something?”
“He saved my life in Zanzibar,” Tommy answered, a tear welling up in his eye.
Well, I suppose that deserves a quiche. Okay, on you go. But don’t try to claim overtime for working on.
The Fancy Dress Party was a huge success and as the revellers spilled out the Admiral and the Captain were
holding each other erect.
“As you said, your man’s a master,” the Admiral slurred. “Best quiche I’ve ever tasted.”
“Yes, night didn’t start out too well, but it ended superbly.”
The Admiral pulled a bottle of spirits from his pocket. “Still can’t work out why they gave me this bottle of
THAT CONCLUDES BARMAIDS FOR A WHILE.
THE WRITERS ARE NOW OFF TO THE PUB TO DO FURTHER RESEARCH.