Stonehenge Conversation 2

‘Guard em!  Guard the bleeders?’

‘Yes, that’s what he said. Guard em till tomorrow.’

‘Holy Mona. What for?  It’s taken every Celt we’ve got, a hundred years to put them here.’

‘Prap’s he doesn’t want ‘em messed about.’

‘They’re stones, not a wicker basket. What can anybody do to them?’

‘They could piss on them, or write on them.’

‘We piss on them, and nobody can write.’

‘They could do pictures, you know what, women’s.....

‘Fertility symbols, yes well, I don’t mind a decent fertility symbol myself. Hey, who’s that lot.?’

A small group of visitors arrive.

‘Oy you cults, can we come and have a look at them stones?’

‘Who are you then?’

‘We’re Old Age Travellers.’

‘Welcome and thank-you for visiting phase three of our Stonehenge Development.

You will note that the outer ring of small stones was completed well in advance of the second row....’.

‘Turn it up Cock, we just want to sit Shirley on that flat stone in the middle and have a bit of a sing.’

‘You can’t do that.’

‘Why not?  They’re anybody stones. They belong to the world.’

‘Well the world should have dragged them here then. Now bugger off, and get some clothes on Shirley, before our erection boys see her.’

‘Fascist pigs. Selfish druid bastards.’

Exit visitors.

‘Scruffy devils. I knew that would happen as soon as we got if finished. Still the novelty will wear off. Give it a couple of weeks and nobody will want to know.’