[mattSV]

AR08.

Quiff had been on the pool table all night.

Hovis deliberately stands right next to the table, just where Quiff wanted to be to take a shot. The conversation went like this:-

Hovis - Am I in your way?

Quiff - Yeah, you are mate.

Hovis - faaaarkin unluckeeee - then turned his back on Quiff and carried on drinking.

Don't often see Quiff completely lost for words, I nearly ****ed myself.