Bristolian Girl 1, chewing gum, hair wrapped in foil papers (22): Love going down the pub Saturday night, me. A few vodkas, a chat with me mates…
Bristolian Girl 2, being blow-dried, shouting above the sound of the drier (24): Me too. I like beer, meself…
Bristolian Girl 1: Wow that’s cool – how much can you take?
Bristolian Girl 2: Pints. Always have a pint.
Bristolian Girl 1: Ooh I couldn’t.
Bristolian Girl 2: Yeh but I can only have 2 pints max, mind. Thing is, my problem is I can’t burp, so I have to drink it ever so slow. I can only manage 2 pints in an evening or I get diarrhoeal.*
(*Bristolians sometimes put “L’s” on the ends of words.)
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