There was a knock on the door one day. I opened it to some young fella looking for my son…

• Is Viler coming out
• Who
• Viler
• There’s no one here by that name
• He told me he lived here
• Who are you?
• Dotsie
• Dotsie? What kind of a name is that
• I’m Daniel Doherty, me friends call me Dotsie
• Why?
• It’s a nickname, like Viler
• Who’s Viler?
• Richard Violet. Does he not live here then?
• Richard lives here; Viler doesn’t
• Everyone calls him Viler, it’s short for Violet
• Well I prefer Richard, I don’t like nicknames
• No one calls him Richard, he’ll be scarlet
• He can be scarlet all he likes. You can call him Rick
• Rick? That’s a bit gay isn’t it?
• And Dotsie is so masculine?
• No need to be sarcastic Mrs.
• Sorry Daniel. I called him Rick after Rick Astley
• Who?
• You know the singer ‘Never gonna give you up, never gonna let you down’
• Never heard of him
• I suppose it was before your time
• Why do you call him Richard if his name is Rick
• His Da doesn’t like Rick Astley. We compromised. I call him Rick, his da calls him Richard
• ..and we call him Viler
• Does your mother not mind you being called Dotsie?
• She said it’s better than Dotty. That’s what me da was called in school
• Dotty Doherty, is he your da?
• Yeah, do ye know him
• I knew him years ago
• That’s gas. I’ll tell him
• Yeah, tell him Bear said hello
• Bear? Viler said your name was Bernie
• It is
• So it was a nickname then? I thought you didn’t like nicknames?
• It was more a term of endearment Daniel
• What’s that?
• Ask your da
• I will missus. So is Viler…I mean Richard, sorry Rick coming out?
• He’s not here. I’ll tell him you called
• Cheers. See ye later Bear
• Bye Dotsie

Dotty Doherty, now there’s a blast from the past  🙂