Interference

A student flat share and a boyfriend and girlfriend are watching a late night American cop show import.

GIRLFRIEND: Oh I think I’ve seen this one!

BOYFRIEND: (looking at TV guide) You can’t have it’s a premier.

GIRLFRIEND: No I have! The black bloke does something and the white bloke thinks it was the Spanish bloke… Oh… Maybe not …Why did the Spanish bloke shoot the white bloke?

BOYFRIEND: Er because the white bloke just tried to break his head open with a baseball bat?

GIRLFRIEND: When?

BOYFRIEND: Just now when you were talking.

GIRLFRIEND: Oh… I have seen this one! She’s his bit on the side isn’t she?

BOYFRIEND: No.

GIRLFRIEND: Oh… How do you know?

BOYFRIEND: She just isn’t. She doesn’t even like him.

GIRLFRIEND: Have you seen this one before?

BOYFRIEND: No. It’s a premier.

GIRLFRIEND: How do you know that then?

BOYFRIEND: Because in the previous series she hired a hit man to kill him.

GIRLFRIEND: I don’t remember that… Oh look! Bloody adverts! How do they expect you to get into the story when they put adverts on every three minutes? That really annoys me that…

The cop show resumes

GIRLFRIEND: Oh Micks I’m starvin’. Make us a bacon butty. Pleeeeeeease!