He claps him on the shoulder and heads to the bar to pick his drinks up, nodding at Sam as he pulls up next to him.
'Cheers, Nelson. Right then,' he turns to Sam and holds his hand out, 'I understand we 'ave a bet on. Twenty quid. I'll give it t'Ray to hang on to.'
He's obviously taking this seriously. He has a perfectly crisp, clean shirt on that he had the wife iron especially. And he wasn't reluctant with the old Blue Stratos either. Might have even brushed his hair and cleaned his teeth.
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He claps him on the shoulder and heads to the bar to pick his drinks up, nodding at Sam as he pulls up next to him.
'Cheers, Nelson. Right then,' he turns to Sam and holds his hand out, 'I understand we 'ave a bet on. Twenty quid. I'll give it t'Ray to hang on to.'
He's obviously taking this seriously. He has a perfectly crisp, clean shirt on that he had the wife iron especially. And he wasn't reluctant with the old Blue Stratos either. Might have even brushed his hair and cleaned his teeth.
'Ray! C'mere.'