What could've been a really nice, poignant scene between Jay and Phil last night turned into a tired conversation about how 'ard Phil Mitchell is and his "manor"
, and using it as a metaphor for Phil's struggle for survival. I don't know about anyone else but I loved it for all the wrong reasons.
Just a light thread for anyone looking for a laugh or a bit of fun.
Jay: Phil, this ain't you, you're a fighter... whateva, whoeva... I've seen some big 'ard blokes come and go, but you've stayed on top 'cos you've got more lives than Jesus himself and you don't give up. You're the 'ardest of the 'ard, you could have Mohammed Ali and Bruce Lee for breakfast! Pair of ponces if you ask me!
Phil: We, uh, had an orange juice on Tuesday... down at the new stadium.
Jay: Seriously, I just blew a massive amount a smoke up ya backside and that's your response?! Least you could do is give me a pat on the head
.
Phil: Some poncey gastro-pub. And there were these two city boys there - flash, drunk, giving it the big 'un. Just dying to be put in their place. I had to just sit there and ignore it, can you believe that?! Look at me, what else could I do, huh? I'M YELLOW!!
Jay: Fair point, you are yellow.
Phil: If I ain't worth a row, what am I worth? What have I got? Being a bald, two-bit, playground bully use to mean something. Just look around you... half of the pubs have closed down or they've turned into coffee shops. Place is... place is dying bit by bit - a lot like me actually. And the people... they use to fear me, but they don't fear me no more and it's not fair. I can't even flush Ian Beale's head down the bog no more - what's my life come to, eh?
Jay: Too right, it's not fair. They need know what it means to fear the Mitchell faaaamily again. I say we call up Grant.
Phil: And on the weekend, we use to have a few pints, have a row and a kiss. if we fancied it. That was me. That meant something. I meant something. And you're right, I was a fighter. And this... this was ma manor... But I can't fight now, can I? There's nothing 'ere for me now, nothing. Well, except, Sharon's knockers that is hahaha,,,,
Jay: But Phil, you can't just give up... who's going to lord it over everybody when you're gone? And tell us bad jokes about Frosty the Snowman?
Phil: This ain't ma manor no more, it use to be ma manor but ma manor ain't the same no more! Ma manor is gone. I want ma manor back... I 'ave no idea what the point of this story is anymore... Just remember - I was 'ard once! Real 'ard!
I've exaggerated some of the dialogue of course.
What did you think of the scene?
, and using it as a metaphor for Phil's struggle for survival. I don't know about anyone else but I loved it for all the wrong reasons. Just a light thread for anyone looking for a laugh or a bit of fun.

Jay: Phil, this ain't you, you're a fighter... whateva, whoeva... I've seen some big 'ard blokes come and go, but you've stayed on top 'cos you've got more lives than Jesus himself and you don't give up. You're the 'ardest of the 'ard, you could have Mohammed Ali and Bruce Lee for breakfast! Pair of ponces if you ask me!

Phil: We, uh, had an orange juice on Tuesday... down at the new stadium.
Jay: Seriously, I just blew a massive amount a smoke up ya backside and that's your response?! Least you could do is give me a pat on the head
. Phil: Some poncey gastro-pub. And there were these two city boys there - flash, drunk, giving it the big 'un. Just dying to be put in their place. I had to just sit there and ignore it, can you believe that?! Look at me, what else could I do, huh? I'M YELLOW!!
Jay: Fair point, you are yellow.
Phil: If I ain't worth a row, what am I worth? What have I got? Being a bald, two-bit, playground bully use to mean something. Just look around you... half of the pubs have closed down or they've turned into coffee shops. Place is... place is dying bit by bit - a lot like me actually. And the people... they use to fear me, but they don't fear me no more and it's not fair. I can't even flush Ian Beale's head down the bog no more - what's my life come to, eh?
Jay: Too right, it's not fair. They need know what it means to fear the Mitchell faaaamily again. I say we call up Grant.

Phil: And on the weekend, we use to have a few pints, have a row and a kiss. if we fancied it. That was me. That meant something. I meant something. And you're right, I was a fighter. And this... this was ma manor... But I can't fight now, can I? There's nothing 'ere for me now, nothing. Well, except, Sharon's knockers that is hahaha,,,,
Jay: But Phil, you can't just give up... who's going to lord it over everybody when you're gone? And tell us bad jokes about Frosty the Snowman?
Phil: This ain't ma manor no more, it use to be ma manor but ma manor ain't the same no more! Ma manor is gone. I want ma manor back... I 'ave no idea what the point of this story is anymore... Just remember - I was 'ard once! Real 'ard!
I've exaggerated some of the dialogue of course.
What did you think of the scene?