—Alright, Bob? I see we are getting 22 new lords.

—We don’t need the ones we’ve got.

—Abolish the House of Lords, Bob? You’d be up fer that?

—Bloody right, mate. Seems to me most of ‘em go for tea and a kip anyway.

—Ah yeah, and get this. That London Mayor fella? The one who said The House of Lords should be abolished? Starmer has made him one.

—Wha’?

—Yep. He’s one of em. Included in the King’s list he has been: “Graciously pleased to signify his intention of conferring peerages,” to.

—Pardon? Did yer have a slice of posh bugger before yer came out?

—Nah, that’s the fancy lingo they use for when the King says: Yeah, that lot can be Lords.

—Khan, eh? That is the same fella who wanted the Lords abolished?

—The very one.

—I’ve got an idea. Abolish the bugger while he’s in it.

—Ha! I like yer thinking there, Bob.

—Apparently, he said he was: “Honoured to be given a peerage.”

—‘Ere, Joe?

—Yeah?

—I’ve got an idea. We can create the ‘Joe and Bob’ awards.

—Right, I think I know where yer going…

—Yeah, here’s a kick up the arse for prime minster Dalek, Lord Nobhead and Chancellor can’t Count.

—Hahahaha!

—Love that. I mean, Brenda’s ‘ad to put the prices up in ‘ere again, ain’t she?

—Yeah, she said it’s because the Wholesalers have shoved their prices up.

—Yeah, so never mind messing around with bloody peers. They should be worried about how much it costs a couple of old guys in Coventry to buy a bacon sarnie and a mug of coffee.

—Bloody daft apeths. Right, talking of which, Are we partaking of a sarnie?

—Well, It’d be rude not to.

—Right, you getting ‘em then?

—Bloody hell, am I made of money?

—Dunno, but open yer wallet outside, so all the moths can fly off.

—Bugger off.