Welcome Rochelle and all other Friday Fictioneers, today i’m late again, its Friday by my reckoning which should be the time of posting these little tales, but the powers that be insist on Wednesday being the kick off date, and due to a severe bout of Man-flu I have been way laid, but fear not, I have returned to scribble a tale off the top of my head about a roundabout, a photo taken by C E Ayr.
I’ve just had a thought which relates back to an incident over 20 years ago, probably nearer 25, when I travelled to the cash machine. So without further ado.
On My Marks…
Get Set…
GO!!!
They’d been up for days, eyes techno wide and bloodshot, everywhere covered with bodies, bottles, cans, Rizlas, ashtrays, the fire still glowing.
The sudden extreme realisation of communal munchies had led to Ned volunteering to take the cash cards and PIN numbers down to Eccles to get money out for the pub; some Guinness and crisps should do it.
Ned was off his head and had been ages and they lived on the edge of Salford, he had access to everyones meagre bank resources.
Crossing the M602 roundabout they heard snoring from within the bushes.
“Fucking hell Ned!! Wake up!!”
100 words on the nose, true story too!! Not telling who it was, you’ll have to buy me a pint or two for the full story.
The Count Of North Clifton 
Wahoo, at least they know where to find Ned, if he goes missing.
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Well, that doesn’t help at all…. we’re parched, Ned!!
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Crazy times in Salford, I’ve heard it’s like that every Friday night! 😉
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Oh why is it there’s something so evocative about Rizlas?
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Bloody Northerners! We wouldn’t tolerate that sort of behaving down here. Although having said that, last week…….on second thoughts probably best not go there, don’t want to tarnish our image!
Here’s my tale!
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Dear Shrawley,
It doesn’t sound like Ned’s too reliable. Perhaps they should’ve sent Fred 😉 Of course I’ve no idea what I’m talking about. Wake up, Ned!
Shalom,
Rochelle
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No he wasn’t too reliable on that day but was chief minister of fun back in the day!
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Somehow i feel that Ned shouldn’t be trusted… wander what he rolled in the rizlas
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Funny. I can see it happening.
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All these nights without sleep must have their effects on poor Ned. Even beer and munchies could not lure him to stay awake.
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