“Listen, mate, I’m, like, totally having a complete mare”

“….”

“Nah, nah…I literally CANNOT find any jeans. It’s totally doing me in.”

“…”

“I’ve looked, like, everywhere”

“…”

“Yeah, yeah, and there…”

“…”

“No, seriously. There are, like, none - it’s, like, totally mad”

“…”

“You know how, like, four years ago you could buy fantastic jeans for like seventy quid, yeah? Well now the same jeans are like a hundred and forty quid and the ones which are like seventy quid are, like, totally bloody awful. Wouldn’t be seen dead.”

“…”

“I know, I know. I’m, like, totally not paying a hundred and forty quid for jeans, you know? A hundred, maybe, but they’re just, like, taking the piss.”

“…”

“I keep seeing girls in these, like, fabulous jeans, but I haven’t seen any guys in them, you know?”

“…”

“Yeah, yeah. I’ll have to go to Selfridges, Sunday or Saturday. Oh hey, that reminds me…I’m trying to get some tickets to V from my brother’s work. Might only be able to go one day, but if I get them, do you want to come?”

“…”

“No, it’s, like, this weekend”

“…”

“Oh right, I forgot you were working. Can’t you just, like, blow it off?”

“…”

“Right, I understand. Well, OK, I’ll give you a bell, yeah?”

“…”

“Oh right, yeah, I, like, totally forgot. Two Bs and a C.”

“…”

“No, not this year - I’m going, like, around the world, off in a few weeks actually. That’s why I need the jeans.”

“…”

“Yeah. Okay. Like, totally. Ciao.”

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