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millwall ken
Hi all,
I paid a visit to an old boy, whom I've known for a few years today - I regularly pop in and check up on him, as he's a diamond fella. A right old Cockney South London bloke. Unfortunately he ain't got too much time left as he is riddled with cancer and emthysema. His family only visit him on the odd occasion; odd being the operative word. Unfortunately, his wife is always in and out of hospital as well. Anyway, he was rushed into hospital over Christmas, but he had decided that he wanted to come home on New Years Eve. However none of his family would go and pick him up from the hospital. So I volunteered me and the missus to do it. Anyway to cut a long story short, he phoned me today and asked me if I would quickly pop round. When I got there, He asked me my thoughts on an oil painting that was hanging on his wall. And it really is a beautiful picture of a victorian street scene in what looks like a walnut frame. He then told me that he was giving it to me as a gift!!! He then informed me that he had bought it thirty years ago for ÂŁ1000. Now, I don't know much about art to be honest, but I figured that if he paid that sort of coin thirty years ago, then it must be worth a few quid!!! Anyway I told him that there is no way that I would take the painting as it was too valuable and most be passed onto his family. He then insisted that he had to give us something for the inconvenience he caused on New Years Eve. I told him that he owed me nothing, and that what we had done for him was because he is a friend. However he insisted on giving me something, so I accepted a fiver for a pint.
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I paid a visit to an old boy, whom I've known for a few years today - I regularly pop in and check up on him, as he's a diamond fella. A right old Cockney South London bloke. Unfortunately he ain't got too much time left as he is riddled with cancer and emthysema. His family only visit him on the odd occasion; odd being the operative word. Unfortunately, his wife is always in and out of hospital as well. Anyway, he was rushed into hospital over Christmas, but he had decided that he wanted to come home on New Years Eve. However none of his family would go and pick him up from the hospital. So I volunteered me and the missus to do it. Anyway to cut a long story short, he phoned me today and asked me if I would quickly pop round. When I got there, He asked me my thoughts on an oil painting that was hanging on his wall. And it really is a beautiful picture of a victorian street scene in what looks like a walnut frame. He then told me that he was giving it to me as a gift!!! He then informed me that he had bought it thirty years ago for ÂŁ1000. Now, I don't know much about art to be honest, but I figured that if he paid that sort of coin thirty years ago, then it must be worth a few quid!!! Anyway I told him that there is no way that I would take the painting as it was too valuable and most be passed onto his family. He then insisted that he had to give us something for the inconvenience he caused on New Years Eve. I told him that he owed me nothing, and that what we had done for him was because he is a friend. However he insisted on giving me something, so I accepted a fiver for a pint.
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