Dorty Magazines....This scene is set just before Private LivesNeville is sat in the hut alone at the table writing a postcard to his beloved Brenda.Wayne walks in, fresh from the showers, drying his hair.Wayne: Way up Nev, not writing another bloody postcard?Neville: Aye, got nowt else to have a? The lads have gone down to the bar, and Barry's outside fixing his bike...Wayne: I think you should get out more sonNeville: I can't, can a. Brendas got me saving up for some new pans. I wouldn't mind but she's only sat at home cooking for one, well I hope she is...Wayne: You don't have to spend money to go out mate, I mean, sat around here all night in the poxy hut, it can't be doing you good...Neville: Hey, maybes we could....Neville is just about to reply, but Wayne fires up the hairdryer.Neville stands up and walks over to Bombers locker and picks up a magazine.He sits back down, starts writing his postcard again, waiting for Wayne to stop.As the hairdryer comes to a stop....Neville: Wayne, you know you were on about going out and it costing nowt?Wayne: Yea...Neville: D'you fancy coming jogging?Wayne: Jogging? Me?!Neville: Whey, it's sommat to do innit.Neville stands up and shows Wayne Bombers fitness magazineNeville: I was reading this the other night, it's Bombers.Wayne: Blimey mate, if your sat around here all night, all alone looking at magazines with blokes in them you've got a problem!Neville: Ha'way Wayne man!Wayne: What's it about?Neville: Whey it's Bombs, all about fitness and stuff.....and jogging.Wayne: Neville, sit down son... Now, a few years back, my brother in law got into all this....jogging and running, bought all the gear, Adidas this and that, loads a tracksuits, looked a right pillock he did...Neville: Nowt wrong with getting fit...Wayne: No, I am not putting him down for that, well I didn't have to cause something else put him down...Neville: What his wife?Wayne: No, a bloody big lorry!Neville: A lorry?Wayne: Yea, he only tried to run a red light a Catford roundabout...Neville: What, did he die?!Wayne: Nah, he got lucky, just got a few scratches and a black eye....Neville: He got a black eye from being hit by a lorry?Wayne: Nah, the driver jumped out give a good whacking like...Neville rolls his eyesWayne: So, theres a lesson to be learned Nev....Neville: Well, if it isn't jogging I've got to find something to do with my time...Wayne: How about painting the hut, give you some practice for when you get home and your Brenda's got a list as long as her arm....Neville: Well, I'll find sommat to do, before I go insane...Just then the lads arrive back from the bar, all jovial and a bit pissed....Wayne: Hey Oz, Neville wants to know if you fancy going jogging on a night?Just then Barry walks in the door next to Oz’s bedOz: Jogging, Bollocks! I’ll tell you something mate, the only jogging I'll be doing is down to that brothel, on top a Suzie Wong!Barry: Aww disgusting!Neville: Wasting me time.....Scene ends.