Alex, its Friday night mate, you don’t drink so I wouldn’t expect you to understand, just bear with us and some form of reasonable normality will resume on Monday. Oh and by the way I have no idea what the hell he is going on about either, just don't let on, eh, it won’t do my street cred much good.
Look! I already told you! There is only one frikking joke about Bergen so once its been told you've got sod all left. It's time to change the subject. Move on geezer! Sheesh! Where's all the gin gone?
I always thought a Bergen was what our wonderful and eternally proud of solders put their sandwiches and spare ammo in?
You want another Bergen joke? Ok. Here goes. I'm freestyling here, mind. Geezer goes into a pub wearing a rucksack. He says to the barman 'Excuse me, young man. Do you know the way to Bergen?' To which the barman says, er, wait a mo...um...'No. But....er...there's a whisky named after a white horse...' Sorry. Give me a minute. I can make this work... So...
Yes. That's it. So the barman punches him in the face and says 'Heroes of Telemark, more like...' ...no. That's not it either. Arse.
