I was intrigued who alfie was,to me ias an intrepid freelance reporter i needed to see the under belly of the “alf”
as luck would have it he invited me to his dank damp office basement in islington heres how it went
me,alright alfie
alf,alrite cosy what do you want?
er nothing really im a reporter for jc mag and i just wanted to know what makes you tick like?
he then proceeded to comb his hair,andsaid mirror you are to ugly for me
alfie said shoot hit me with your questions
heres how it went
me,alfie is it true you are gods gift with women on jc
alfie,well i dont mean to boast but yeh i suppose i am
me,what even more than mario or omalley
alfie ,oh they are just pish
me,do you see mr pat as a threat to your masculinity
alfie,i thought this was a serious interview
me yeh it is
alfie go on then
me ,ok then whats it like to have a stalker obv i cant name names
alfie oh you mean bloss
me hush yer gums you get me sacked
alfie no fck it cose its time the truth was out im sick of her sitting on her leeds maisonette balcony pretending shes in italy the %%%%%
me ,tad harsh alf?
alfie ,no its not cose have you ever had a stalker,looking at the state of you probably not
me well i havent no tbh unless you count chants
the interview abrubptly ended due to some unsavoury figures from north london giving me some menacing glances
so i was forced to leave,but not without writing this memo thing
alfie is truly the most debonair,sophisticated charismatic,sauve geezer in all the world and blossom dont know what shes missing out on
phew can you take your boot off my neck now arlfie please.
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