Sunday, 19 September 2010

12. Hairdressers (I), Bristol. Saturday morning

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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