“Fair do’s you earned it,” he laughed and he flashed a wad of notes. “Make a cracking record,” Charlie said, and he stood up, “Need a shit, get the drinks in Nobber.”
“Why the fuck do I always get to get the drinks in?” Nobber asked. Indian Porn “All fucking right, it was only once.” I stammered as me face went bright red, “Ever ready me.”
“Fuck anything anything any time?” John Hunt the bookie from Matson street walked out the bog and started taunting me. I’d had enough, I felt sick, that was pretty low fucking a ugly butch Les for money, Ok better than sweeping roads or collecting tax or walking the streets like a plod but pretty bloody low. “You can’t bring food in here,” Sandra the barmaid shouted. “Yeah well making money’s me hobby ennit?” Hunt laughed, “Go on. I nodded.
