1,158 words most of ’em my own but not necessarily in the right order. 🙂
Click!
“The time is 14:30 4 Oct 2011. Present in the room are Detective Constable Savage and Mr W Kodogo of 55 Mercer Road, Billericay, Essex.
Right then Mr Kodogo could you tell me your exact whereabouts on April 29th of this year?”
“I was at the match innit”
“What match might that have been?”
“The Boleyn foo’! I was cheerin’ on the Hammers an they was massif man.”
“Really sir and they normally have games scheduled for a Friday do they?”
“Dunno, must’ve been a special game or summat.”
“Must have been a very special game for them to schedule it at the same time as the royal wedding don’t you think?”
“Wha? You trying to trick me man? I dunno nuffin’ ‘bout no wedden’. Dat buck palace crib is just an excuse for the posh mob to get all fizzed up on our dosh anyway. I don’ remember what I was doin’ that day man but I know I ain’t done nuffin wrong man. You is totally whack, pullin’ me in here an lockin’ me up with no proof man.”
“Can you tell me what that is sir? DC Savage has placed exhibit A on the table.”
“Course I can dawg, issa key innit?”
“Do you recognise the key Mr Kodogo?”
“I ain’t never seen it before man, you is totally fittin’ me up bro.”
“That key has your finger prints and your DNA all over it. It was found wedged under the cushions of a dirty old armchair in the lounge of 55 Mercer Road. Your home Mr Kodogo. You say you live alone so how do you think it got there?”
“I isn’t sayin’ nuffin to you ‘til I get my solicitor innit, you is proper trippin’ if you think I is goin’ down for whateva man.”
“Of course you can have legal representation if you wish Mr Kodogo but it may be some time before the court appointed solicitor gets here. We can postpone this interview but that may mean another night in the cells.”
“Wha! That’s totally whack man, you got nuffin’ cos I didn’t do nuffin’ . You is denyin’ me my yooman rights man. Is this because I is black?”
“I can fetch a mirror for you Mr Kodogo, but you can take my word on the matter that you are quite evidently white.”
“The colour of the skin don’t mean a thing man, you is totally racist like sayin’ I is white an lablin’ me.”
“Fair enough Mr Kodogo, or may I call you Winston?”
“Dat’s my name innit? Racist”
“Winston, or Mr Kodogo or perhaps Mr William Doyle, born March 13th 1986 in Bromsgrove, Your mother, one Ms Shiela Doyle is now living in a council tower block in Peckham, unfortunately neither she nor the authorities know who your father was.”
“Yeah well man I changed my name like years ago.”
“I see William, Bill or Billy, would that have been after your prison sentence for aggravated burglary, or after the one for theft of a motor vehicle and using it to ram-raid a branch of JD Sports?”
“Like I said racist, that was before. I am different now like reformed character man.”
“I see Billy, then how do you explain the existence of the key, a copy of the one which opens the staff door at Ladbrokes in Brentwood High Street. The same branch where your girlfriend, a Miss Alecia Jones used to work as a counter assistant. The same branch which was robbed on the 29th Apr this year with no apparent sign of forced entry?”
“I ain’t never been in no Ladbrokes in Brentwood man! You is out of order bro.”
“DC Savage produces exhibit B, printouts from CCTV footage of Ladbrokes, Brentwood from Thursday 28th April 2011. Billy, do you recognise the man in these photographs?”
“Wha? The old geezer with the flasher mac? Never seen ‘im before in my life bro’”
“No Billy, the young man in the adidas sweats and baseball cap with the ear stud just like the one you have in now.”
“OK so I was there man, I was meetin’ Leesh so we could go out for McDonalds man, that ain’t no crime.”
In this picture she is handing you a key Billy.”
“Yeah, well she wanted me to get summat from her flat man.”
“This picture shows you entering a shoe store 5 minutes later”
“I needed some laces bro.”
“You don’t wear laces Billy all your trainers are worn loose. Anyway, Mr Patel the cobbler remembers clearly that you asked for a key to be cut.”
“Leesh wanted me to have a spare to her crib man so I got it done there.”
“I see Billy, is that why she puts the key back on the store bunch when you return it to the betting shop 5 minutes later?”
“That don’t prove nuffin man, you is desperate bro’ Yo can’t see the keys on dat pic, they is way too tiny!”
“DC Savage produces exhibit C. A sworn statement from a Miss Alecia Jones of Basildon Terrace, in which she admits to providing one Winston Kodogo aka Billy Doyle with the key to the staff entrance while her supervisor was at lunch.”
“That bitch, she is angry ‘cos I dumped her man. Crazy ho be trying to get me arrested innit?”
“DC Savage produces exhibit D. Billy these were taken by the CCTV systems at the betting store on the afternoon of the 29th, when you claim to have been at a West Ham football match. They clearly show a man entering by the staff door, keying in the code for the alarm and then robbing the store of the takings which were not banked due to the public holiday for the royal wedding.”
“Could be anyone bro’ you can’t see no faces. I is outta here like now man.”
“DC Savage produces exhibit E. Billy these were recovered from your bedroom floor when we arrested you this morning. Do you recognise them?”
“Dey is my wicked pair of Nike high tops man, dey is bitchin’, totally phat n’ worth more than yo paid in a month bro’ Yo better be sho’ yo homies don’t steal ’em from da evidence innit.”
“They won’t Billy, it seems you are so proud of these trainers, that you have carved your initials into the soles.”
“That ain’t no in-ish-als dawg! That’s my tag foo’, that’s my mark. When my krew sees dat the homies know where I is yo hear me?”
“We know Billy that is why we were surprised to see this footprint in the dust beside the safe at Ladbrokes.”
“Hah! Racist! I caught you out foo’, you ain’t got nuffin like that. Yo don’t got no footprints with my tags in ‘em cause I weren’t wearin’ em that day! Whad’ya say to that missa poh-leece-man?”
“Thank you Mr Kodogo. DC Savage, interview terminated 15:02, 4 Oct 2011”
And heres the Not The Nine O’clock News sketch which inspired it.
Love it!
I have actually had to read homework assignments and essays written like that. Naturally, they saw their marks for style affected severely.
Well, that saves me trying to think something up. 🙂
OZ
Good on you Ferret!
Nice one, did you think of trying it in English.
Blimey, Furry One, dis is the biz. 🙂
Unfortunately, LW, that IS the English of some of the feral youth around the UK at the moment
Ahem Minty MBE,
That would be “‘dis is da bomb innit.”
I hate to be a pedant on usage but standards must be upheld don’t you think?
Love it… 🙂
Thanks guys,
There is something about the word ‘Billericay’ I just love it.
Furry, you are quite right, one must maintain standards, but I’m really rubbish at languages so I will be misled by your good self.
Da bomb innit? Lordy and pray where did that originate? Is this some sort of Northern Thing? 😉
American gangsta I believe Minty MBE.
Comment from “Jim T” removed – whoever approved it, shouldn’t have.
It was a veiled attack on Ferret.
Thanks Bearsy looked innocuous enough to me.
By the way, thanks for your edit on my Tutu post as well
Soutie – I guess you didn’t know that the place named in the comment is in the vicinity of the Ferret residence.
I only changed the red to blue, in keeping with the Chariot house style, and linked a link. Red is reserved for the outbreak of war, or similar gross annoyances. 🙂
I wish I could write this sort of thing.