Dialogue springs forth fully formed from the mouths of the regulars in my favourite pub. It’s very odd. This isn’t how people really speak surely?
Normal speech is hesitation, prevarication, vagueries, misunderstanding, repetition, replete with em-ing and er-ing. Isn’t it?
This snatch of speech begins as the fella on my left hand explains that he drinks in the pub most weekdays, at which point fella on my right hand jumps in…
LEFT: I drink here most lunchtimes.
LEFT: Because I can.
LEFT: I’m drinking for one now…
RIGHT (interrupting forcefully): No! Never explain. You were a hero there. The hero in films never explains himself. It’s just bang, here it is, this is it. For 45 seconds there, you were a hero. But you blew it.
You have to be on your mettle to dip into conversations at that bar. But I’m never disappointed.
So – to repeat the question. Do people really speak like that?
They do in Belfast.