Which we'an was this - your favourite with the guns? Or did one of your other kids finally do something.
I bet it was her, wasn't it.
A cavernous dining room, seated at a large rectangular oak table set with 22 ornate-backed chairs, the three protagonists occupy the nearest end with #1 at the head.
Camera pans from a life-sized glowering patriarchal oil portrait to the we'ans.
#1: 'Oh, did you hear, #4 is only a feckin' grammarian now.'
#3: 'I may as well quit this ski-boxing shite, then. I only started it 'cos Dad said he liked it once in a phone shop.'
#2: 'You tit, that was a joke.'
#1: 'Keep your voice down, Squareheid, he's in the next room polishing his cv. Mam said yesterday he's of a mind to commence gainful employment'
All: <raucous laughter>
LOL
#1 is some sort of computer system checking dude with a multinational oil company. I genuinely have no idea what he does, he has tried to explain it but I'm like "Go home, you don't live here any more"
#2 (squareheid) has just been promoted and is doing some sort of tax thing. It seems he tells people to go and take tax from other people, it's a mystery wrapped up in an enigma.
#3 teaches people how to kick fuck out of other people, so the ski boxing worked out.
#4 (the one I like) is a professional wastrel (student). The University is like 100 yards along from the ridiculously expensive school we sent her to. She just takes it as cash now, good coffee is very expensive apparentement.
Gainful employment, after all these years, aye right, that will be happening.
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