Script: On the QT

Scene: a well lit identikit office bathroom. The door opens as a man enters. He’s carrying a large sports bag. Ralph: Afternoon, Jim. Alright, chap? Jim: Oh, y’know. Fair to shite. Ralph laughs. Jim: Here, be a pal and zip me up would you? Ralph draws the zip closed on the back of Jim’s dress. Ralph: This is lovely. You been exercising? Jim: Thanks, mate. Got it in the sale. Exercise? You do know me, right? Ralph: You couldn’t get into that Boden’s number before last month. You’ve lost weight. Jim: Aye, well, that’s the thing about infiltrating these women groups. You don’t half learn a few things. Self care for one, and I don’t mean blooming fashion and dieting. […]

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