Ring ring.
Ring ring.
``Hello, yes? Yes, that's right. Yes. You'll 'ave to speak up, there's an awful lot of noise in 'ere. What?
``No, I only do the bar in the evenings. It's Yvonne who does lunch, and Jim, he's the landlord. No, I wasn't on. What?
``You'll have to speak up.
``What? No, don't know anything about no raffle. What?
``No, don't know nothing about it. 'Old on, I'll call Jim.''
The barmaid put her hand over the receiver and called over the noisy bar.
``'Ere, Jim, bloke on the phone says something about he's won a raffle. He keeps on saying it's ticket 37 and he's won.``
``No, there was a guy in the pub here won,'' shouted back the barman.
``He says 'ave we got the ticket.''
``Well how can he think he's won if he hasn't even got a ticket?''
``Jim says 'ow can you think you've won if you ''aven't even got the ticket. What?``
She put her hand over the receiver again.
``Jim, 'e keeps effing and blinding at me. Says there's a number on the ticket.''
``Course there was a number on the ticket, it was a bloody raffle ticket wasn't it?''
``'E says 'e means its a telephone number on the ticket.``
``Put the phone down and serve the bloody customers, will you?''
