Keith stumbled through the front door, drunk again, singing loudly and out of tune.
“’Ere we caaaam, wawkin dahn tha streeeeeeeet” he hiccuped and slurred. Pete ran out of his bedroom with an angry look on his face.
“KEEF! Jew ‘ave any idea wot taim it is?” he demanded in a loud whisper, although he guessed that Moonie had already woken up the whole street, never mind the people in the house.
“Jew ‘onestly ‘spect me ta knaw the taim when I’m bladdy DRANK?!” he roared and hiccuped. Roger came into the living room where the stand up row was going on.
“Oi, wiw you two keep tha noise dahn, I’m tryina get my beauty sleep!” he protested groggily, rubbing his eyes. Keith and Pete turned to him and hissed angrily,
“You keep aht o’ this!” Roger gazed at them and returned to his bedroom.
“Ya bladdy need ya bladdy beauty sleep wiv a faice laik yaws, Daltrey!” Keith called after him, knowing it would upset him.
“More’n can be said for yaws, Moonie!” came the reply.
“Why, you cheeky little bagger!” Moonie growled, rolling his sleeves up and making his way to Roger’s bedroom to slap him. Pete grabbed his arm.
“’Ang abaht! We ain’t finished our ahgument yet, dawn’t gow stahtin’ anavvah one before ‘is one’s ovah! ‘At’s against the rules!” he reminded him. Keith pondered this as best as he could given his present state of sobriety. He relented and started at Pete again.
“Raight, where were we? Ah yes. ‘Oo the ‘ew jew fink you ah, eh? My bladdy MAVVAH?! I’m meant ta be a grawn-ap nah, I can look arfta mesewf!” he argued.
“Yeah, I can see ‘AT,” Pete replied sarcastically. Keith glared at him.
“Down’t you staht bein’ fanny wiv me, Tahnshend!” he threatened.
“Why? Wot wiw ya do? Ya cahn’t ‘it me, you’re probly seein’ abaht furteen of me! Ya drank bagger!” Pete taunted him. Keith lunged for him and fell on the settee. “Towd ya!” Pete told him, loftily and unhelpfully, “Nah, get ta bed befow I ‘ave ta hit ya mesewf, an’ I won’t miss cos I ain’t drank!” he ordered, sternly. Keith sulked and strolled into his room. Pete shook his head and went into his own room. Annavah nait wivaht any sleep for me! he thought despairingly as he watched the clock ticking. “’Ere we caaam, wawkin’ dahn the streeet… AH, BLADDY ‘EW! KEEF!” he yelled angrily…