I don't particularly like sketches, probably because I never get any ideas, but I wrote one ages ago and thought it's about time someone see's something I've written besides my friends. Some of my friends didn't get it, but that can't be down to bad writing!
Anyway, here it is.
Int. Pub
Landlord is talking with a punter as the phone is ringing.
RING RING
RING RING
RING RING
Landlord: Bloody hell, this phone has been ringing for the past 2 minutes. You'd think they'd give up.
Punter 1: You'd better answer it Dave, must be important.
LANDLORD ANSWERS
Landlord (on phone): Hello? Yeah, I haven't really got the time mate. Yeah, uhuh (getting increasingly agitated)
Landlord (to punter): It's only a bloody cold caller from Outer -Mongolia trying to sell me fridges.
Punter: Jeffing hell
Landlord (back on phone): Yeah, look I'm busy. Yeah. Yeah. Right that's it mate, I don't want your type round here okay? You and all the others like you would be locked up if I had my way. You better not ring this number again, you hear!
SLAMS DOWN PHONE
PUNTER LOOKS HORRIFIED
Landlord: Right, what can I get you?
Punter: Bit racist wasn't it Dave?
Landlord: What you talking about? He was trying to sell me CFC ones.
Punter: No way!! (pause) The f**king gypsy