— WILL THE EURO last?
— I’ve enough left for a couple o’ pints, an’anyway.
— I mean the currency. Is it fucked?
— I don’t care.
— Ah, fuck tha’. Yeh have to have an opinion.
— Why should I? Fuck it.
— But—
— We were able to enjoy the occasional pint before the euro. Yeah?
— Yeah.
— We’ll still be able to do tha’ if the euro goes. Life’ll go on.
— You’re righ’.
— Wha’?
— You’re probably righ’.
— I am.
— We’ll still be able to buy Cornettos for the grandkids when they come over on Sundays.
— No fuckin’ way.
— Ah now, would yeh begrudge—
— It’s Magnums in our house.
— Yeh posh cunts.
— It’s Magnums or nothin’. I told her. If we can’t afford Magnums for the grandkids, we might as well turn on the gas.
— Yeh don’t want to be too hasty. There mightn’t be anny in the shop.
— Yeh know what I mean.
— I do, yeah.
— Every Sunday. Magnums for everyone. Even the youngest. She’s lactose-intolerant, God love her. Yeh should see the state of her by the time she’s finished. Try takin’ it off it her, but – she’ll bite your ankle through to the bone.
— She has respect for family tradition.
— She fuckin’ does.