Bluebottle: What time is it Eccles?
Eccles: Err, just a minute. I've got it written down on a piece
of paper. A nice man wrote the time down for me this morning.
Bluebottle: Ooooh, then why do you carry it around with you Eccles?
Eccles: Welll, um, if a anybody asks me the time, I can show
it to dem.
Bluebottle: Wait a minute Eccles, my good man.
Eccles: What is it fellow?
Bluebottle: It's writted on this bit of paper, what is eight o'clock,
Eccles: I know that my good fellow. That's right, um, when I
asked the fella to write it down, it was eight o'clock.
Bluebottle: Well then. Supposing when somebody asks you the time,
it isn't eight o'clock?
Eccles: Well den, I don't show it to 'em.
Eccles: [smacks lips]
Bluebottle: Well how do you know when it's eight o'clock?
Eccles: I've got it written down on a piece of paper.
Bluebottle: Ohh, I wish I could afford a piece of paper with the
time written on.
Bluebottle: 'Ere Eccles?
Bluebottle: Let me hold that piece of paper to my ear would you?
'Ere. This piece of paper ain't goin'
Eccles: What? I've been sold a forgery.
Bluebottle: No wonder it stopped at eight o'clock.
Eccles: Oh dear.
Bluebottle: You should get one of them tings my Grandad's got.
Bluebottle: His firm give it to him when he retired.
Bluebottle: It's one of dem tings what it is that wakes you up
at eight o'clock, boils the kettul, and pours a cuppa tea.
Eccles: Ohhh yeah. What's it called? Um.
Bluebottle: My Granma.
Eccles: Ohh. Ohh, wait a minute. How does she know when it's
Bluebottle: She's got it written down on a piece of paper