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this country ( 2017 - 2020 ) sentence starters ↪ taken from the bbc mockumentary. trigger warning for mentions of religion, death, sex. alter as you see fit ♡

“i like the underdog.”

“don’t be a fucking dick.”

“everyone comes together on days like today and just forgets their utter hatred of each other.”

“everyone who’s anyone’s going to be there and there are people from my past that would love to see me slain.”

“there’s a tea rooms there and under the counter they’ve got a panic button and if i take one step inside, they can press that. the police will be there in three minutes.”

“he whatsapped me the other day asking us to go laser quest with him and i … well, i clicked on it by accident, didn’t i? so he knows i’ve seen it.”

“i mean, i get it, but it’s not making me feel nothing.”

“it’s baffling. i’m baffled by the entire situation, if i’m honest.”

“what the actual fuck? what the actual fuck? you have fucking lost your head, mate. you have lost your fucking head.”

“when i get hold of you, i swear to god i will fucking deck you.”

“someone’s just been throwing plums at my house. i’m going to kill them. i can’t believe it. i can’t believe it. all over this. plumming on here, plumming on that. plum on the sofa, look! there’s nothing left that hasn’t been plummed.”

“i’ve had a target on my back since the day i was born.”

“thank you very much, enjoy your free potatoes.”

“do you know how small your brain is?”

“hogwarts is that way, dumbledore.”

“he used to say i looked like the puppet off the dolmio advert.”

“there’s a kid crying over there. do you want me to…? i can tell him to shut the fuck up if you want?”

“he genuinely looked like a moomin.”

“on my first day of karate club, karate master goes to me, [name], i don’t know why you’re here because i can’t teach you anything. if anything, you should be teaching me.“ and just gave me his black belt.”

“you know that little old blind man? yeah, when i was punching him in his face, the lens from his glasses broke and cut my knuckle.”

“some things are just best left in the past, where they belong.”

“what’s the point in knocking if you’re just going to walk in anyway?”

“it was a miscarriage of justice though, cos what people forget is 12 out of them 20 hostages actually found it funny.”

“i lied so much i still don’t know what’s real life and what’s plain lies.”

“i’m so glad you’re out of that lying phase.”

“he likes to be the only person on the road, so whenever he sees a car coming the other way he just pulls over.”

“nasa went through hundreds of them in the ‘60s. and now every time i see a really bright star in the sky i can’t wish on it, cos in my head i’m thinking, ‘that’s probably just a spacecraft with some monkey bones in it.’”

“you absolute traitor. that’s my cheese - it’s my fucking house!”

“don’t you dare eat that cheese. you eat that and i will smash this. i promise you, i will smash you with this.”

“fuck! you switched them!”

“yeah, i can see it’s fucking burnt, sherlock.”

“i honestly am ashamed to know him, sometimes.”

“if you knock on someone’s door, don’t take no for an answer. get into their house. if they say, ‘leave my house’, stay. and if they say, ‘i’m going to call the police’, you walk upstairs and see if there’s anybody else upstairs to sell to.”

“she looks like uncle fester.”

“right. i’m going to piss in their flowers, then.”

“you really need to go home. your mum’s called the police and everything.”

“you’re also fired from being my best mate, by the way.”

“in business, there will always be setbacks. i don’t drink my own juice, fray bentos doesn’t eat his own pies. but that’s business.”

“do you know what, i don’t actually want to play this any more, because it is actually very, very boring.”

“i’m ashamed of myself, that’s not usually me, so don’t get the wrong impression.”

“i genuinely think one of them fancies me as well.”

“it’s fate her moving across the street.”

“the problem with finding a girlfriend in the village is that most of the girls you meet round here are old-age pensioners.”

“yeah, i am looking for a relationship, but thing is i’ve just got so many trust issues, yeah, with being fucked over massive in the past, so no matter how much i get close to someone now i’m thinking in the back of my head, ‘shit, am i going to get fucked over?’ because i’ve been fucked over in the past massively. my last relationship proper fucked me up.”

“i went through a really dark phase. listening to papa roach and just blowing everything up with them little french bangers.”

“shut up, you don’t know what you’re talking about!”

“i don’t like the man. i know he’s my uncle, but i don’t like him.”

“it’s just malicious lies, that’s all it is.”

“i’m not saying i’ve got a cruel heart, but if she ain’t willing to take me as i am rather than the monster i’ve become, then she can literally just jog on back to sea with all the other fish cos i don’t care.”

“what do you look for in a boyfriend?”

“the key to dating, yeah, is the two rs and the three ts. 'respect, rapport, and talking, talking, talking.’ don’t ever let that ball hit the ground. good relationships are built on great conversation.”

“on a date, you’ve got to tell them all the interesting stuff about you, because that’s what they’ll be interested in.”

“he said to me, he goes, ‘you can’t smoke on here.’ i said, ‘i’m not smoking, i’m vaping.’ the look on his face when i said that. i don’t think he knew what vaping… what a vape is.”

“you would make me the happiest mouse if you say yes and become my spouse.”

“here’s a tip, [name], next time you take a chick out on a date, don’t bore her to tears.”

“roses are red, violets are blue, i’ve got five fingers, the third one’s for you.”

“get out of my way, pipe cleaner.”

“[name] phoned me the other day at three in the morning saying, ‘come quick,

there’s a hedgehog in the garden that looks exactly like grandad.’ so i got up, i got dressed and i ran over to [name]’s as fast as i could and then i just stopped in the middle of the street at three in the morning and thought, ‘what the fuck am i doing with my life?’

“you’re joking me? because if you are joking me, that is massively harsh.”

“oh, let me get a song up on youtube. you’re going to absolutely love this, [name]. here we go… listen to this. oh, for fuck’s sake, advert.”

“let’s go down the pub and get shitfaced.”

“where do i see myself in five years? well, me and [name] will have a flat in the middle of the village and all of our furniture will be inflatable and we’ll have cable and it will pay for itself, because we’re going to use the spare room to breed quails, because their eggs are worth fucking shitloads.”

“is this about the calippo, still? because you offered to buy me that.”

“if he wants to go, good luck to him, i say. i reckon he thinks that i can’t live without him, which is a laugh, because he went a whole weekend away once and i got on all right. i just ended up following this cat around the village.”

“i’ve got to do what’s right for me, at the end of the day, instead of worrying about other people.”

“how about you say sorry? sorry for the massive knife that’s hanging out the back of my back because of you.”

“oh, and while you’re stabbing me in the back, feel free to bend down and kiss my arse.”

“can i just ask you an honest question? why would you want to leave the village when we’ve got a pub and a shop?”

“i think you don’t know how lucky we have it to be doing nothing with our lives, like. we’re all going to die, anyway, so what’s the point in doing anything?”

“i want ownership of the words fucknut and dickmilk.”

“i had this come through the post. and i’ve got a few concerns about it. firstly, this guy on the front looks really arrogant. not the sort of guy i was expecting, if i’m honest.”

“this is starting to stress me out a little bit.”

“why are you trying to stress me out? you know i’m already stressed out as it is.”

“the bloke that used to live in there, right, kept hearing strange noises coming out of his attic at night. and he’d go to the fridge and find that food was missing from the fridge. so he thought, ‘i’m just going to go up to the attic and check this out.’ and he found an entire family of peruvian panpipe buskers just living up there. and he thought ‘i’m just going to leave them to it, ‘cos they’re not really doing me any harm.’ and then, a few years later, he thought, "well, i’ll just go up to the attic to check on them. ‘see if they’re all right.’ and it turned out they’d all died of asbestos poisoning. yeah, he doesn’t live here any more.”

“some people will always be scared of me, and i can’t change that, no matter how nice i am. but there’s a balance to be had between being nice and being feared.”

“don’t really like catching up. it’s not my thing.”

“i just watched this video of this girl doing a random act of kindness on youtube. she basically paid for this old man’s shopping at the till. and this old man was, like, about 90 years old. and he’s so fucking old, like, you could see through his skin. and he just starts bawling his eyes out. he’s like, ‘you’re fucking joking me, this ain’t fucking real life.’ i just thought… i want to make someone feel like that. ‘cos that’s… i really… that’s what i want to do.”

“i’m not dead. just can’t be arsed to text her sometimes.”

“you know, correct me if i’m wrong, but four texts a day is complete madness. no-one can keep up with that.”

“i am doing kind things selfishly.”

“i was at midnight mass one year, right, someone got tipped off i was there. as i was coming out the church, someone tries to shoot me with a crossbow.”

“well, i haven’t seen the film, have i? that’s why i came here - to watch the fucking film - like a normal human being.”

“i’ve made an effort by coming here tonight. i didn’t want to come.”

“i had to wheel him here from his house in an asda trolley, cos he was just too heartbroken to move.”

“sometimes you don’t know what you got until you ain’t got it any more. like blockbuster’s. i just took 'em for granted - and then, one day, gone, and you spend ages trying to figure out what went wrong, and then you realise it was your fault all along.”

“i thought you said you wanted to fix things.”

“she wanted it to go that way, and it just wasn’t gonna go that way. she even got me thinking that they’d get back together… ..but that’s manipula…. manipulative people… do that. and he’s better off without her.”

“that wasn’t much to write home about.”

“it’s fucking dead, isn’t it?”

“basically, somebody’s been sending me threatening letters, and i don’t know who’s doing it - and i am concerned, because my peripheral vision is poor, so, if somebody attacks me from the sides or snipes at me from an upstairs window, i am fucked - but my hearing is excellent, see? so i just need to spend a few days inside honing my sonar, and i’ll be fine then.”

“if you don’t like the work, the circus is in town and they’re always looking for clowns.”

“his soul is just going to crumble to dust.”

“this really is not a good situation for me. a physical threat is something that i can deal with, but a sexual thing is not my area of expertise.”

“just really fucked in the head, mate.”

“what have i done? i haven’t done anything wrong.”

“do you know how sad that is? that is so, actually, sad. that makes me sad for you, that you can’t take a joke.”

“i think i just got a bit carried away with the whole thing.”

“your finger’s going up my arsehole, mate.”

“i’ll hold the back of your head, so you don’t bash yourself.”

“when i lie in future, i don’t want a massive lecture on how bad lying is, cos deep down, you’re the worst of us all, mate.”

“i’d quite like a coke.”

“it’s going to be like gluing a breadstick back together, because… like, as if a breadstick’s been in a blender and it’s all… …the pieces smashed up.”

“like, this one time i started a fight club in the village hall, and i got a black eye from beating myself up. but it made my enemies think, ‘fuck, if she can do that to herself, what the fuck can she do to me?’”

“i’m absolutely 1,000% sure i’ve broken it in two places.”

“i knew this day would come.”

“i should be in tk maxx, getting the bargains that i deserve.”

“unlike you, [name], i’m not a fashion disaster.”

“i’m still warm in my grave, and she’s sucking off the pallbearer.”

“you know, it took me ten years to get over [name], and i only went out with her for half a day.”

“i swear to god, if i see him here again, i swear to god, i will have no hesitation in just going up to him and just planting one on his face.”

“right, then keep your nose out of my business, yeah? nosy old cock-womble.”

“[name]’s attitude to me is puzzling. if i walk past her in the street

and say hi, she’ll tell me to fuck off. yet every year, she sends me a really sweet, nice christmas card. you know, there’s just no consistency there.”

“he’s good-looking up close, isn’t he?”

“don’t show me any weakness, because i will take advantage.”

“no, put the brick down, you fucking psychopath.”

“when i asked him, he just said, ‘come to my office now,’ which means we’re in the fucking shit, cos we’re always in fucking shit.”

“i shouldn’t be paying you at all.”

“i’ve always had a son. i talk about him all the time.”

“he’s my son. he’s not my dog.”

“it reminds me of the wicker man. i don’t really know why.”

“i just find it weird how you can be so close to someone and they can be such a big part of your life, and then the next minute, you’re just sort of strangers in the night.”

“i don’t want the emotional implications.”

“well, about five years ago, i sold my birthday to my mum for about 200 quid, which means my mum’s legally entitled now to never celebrate my birthday ever again for the rest of my life. not even, like, a happy birthday cup of tea, or a moonpig card, nothing - which is the worst decision i ever made in my entire life.”

“he deserves that anyway, because he’s been sexting my nan, so…”

“what’s this surprise? cos i need to know whether it’s going to be worth this walk.”

“i always see them banners above the motorway, and i always thought, ‘who the fuck does them?’ well, now i know. people like me.”

“did you know you can’t get stung by a stinging nettle if you grab the leaf top and bottom, like that? it’s only when you touch it on the sides, it stings. agh, actually, that stung, then.”

“pez dispenser, they’re cursed. they are, i’m not even joking. honestly, when i had one of them, i had the worst bout of bad luck i ever had in my life.”

“i swear down, it’s a short cut. it might be a pleasant walk, we might enjoy it.”

“i’m not scared of the fox twins. i’d just like to sit them down and ask 'em plainly, ‘look, guys, what is going on? ‘cos this has just gotten completely out of hand now. you know, stop walking on your knuckles, stand up straight, be the best version of you that you can be. get a job, even. there’s a trolley boy who works at tesco’s, you know, who may as well have been raised by wolves. if he can get a job, you guys can walk it.’”

“yes, there has been talk of strange goings-on in the woods, ghost sightings and the like. but… …they’re never from particularly reliable sources.”

“i live with a ghost. there’s a ghost in that house. he’s like a civil war cavalier, with all the hair and the hat and all that. and every time i walk into the living room, he doffs his cap. and on his shoulder, he’s got this crow that barks at me. it means i spend less time in the house, really. not because of him, because he’s-he’s quite peaceable. but the crow is malevolent. and i’m not having that. i can’t share my house with a malevolent bird.”

“that’s haunted as fuck.”

“am i going mad here, or does that, to you, look like that’s where just ghost will hang out all the time?”

“look at him, little red riding twat.”

“if he’s got an attitude with me, i swear to god, i’ll just grab the steering wheel and drive us all into a wall.”

“it’s a bit annoying, actually. cos this is not the first or the second time i’ve had to tell you, really, is it?”

“his sparkle has just gone.”

“you know my dad actually wrote the song wonderwall on the back of a beer mat in the space of ten minutes, don’t you?”

“i’ve just got a tiny, tiny, tiny little favour to ask you.”

“when i think of [name], i think of someone who is very loyal. and very, very stupid. sort of more stupid than loyal. sort of 70% stupid, 30% loyal, probably. because she’s very loyal. but extremely stupid.”

“do you know what? i actually don’t think he loves you at all and i don’t think he’s ever loved you.”

“all right, that’s harsh and unnecessary, but fine.”

“frankly, she is behaving like the antichrist.”

“i literally just got here.”

“you are such an unemotional slab of ham, [name].”

“i’ve got so much shit on that man you would not believe.”

“there’s something in my eye.”

“i just can’t quit him, you know?”

“yeah, we might have a fiery relationship, but when we’re together, it’s just… it’s just pure chemistry, isn’t it?”

“i’m not proud of it, believe me. but at the end of the day, i’m a very vindictive person, you know? it is what makes me me.”

“i basically went out and bought an alpaca off gumtree for £500. of all the mistakes i’ve made in my life, that was possibly the largest. definitely the physically largest.”

“yeah, i really don’t wanna talk about that.”

“her only loyalty is to herself, staffies, and the tv channel dave… …which, in my opinion, is a tv channel made by knuckle-draggers for knuckle-draggers.”

“i can’t move on till i’ve seeked revenge, unfortunately.”

“if that was in france, that would be fine, but we’re not in france.”

“the only thing we had in common, really, was stealing, and that was more my thing that i got him onto. but it just goes to show, you know, some friendships last and some friendships don’t, but that’s just the way it is.”

“you know it was me that got you sacked, don’t you?”

“the thing i learnt about friendship is, you gotta accept each other’s flaws, no matter how toxic they may be.”

“shit-stirring from beyond the grave.”

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