Brenner walks in through front door, exhausted. Brenner: Well, that was dreadful. And I've got to go to Charlton on Tuesday. Still, at least I van relax now, I'm absolutely dead beat. No need to worry about Town until Monday at the earliest. *PHONE RINGS* Brenner: Oh, for fu..... (You can exchange Brenner for Stuart Wilson or even Phil if you so wish) | |