“Yeah, you’re not wrong.” Tony said, “You know any?”
“Nope,” we said together. Indian sex “Lads, meet Arthur Mellis and Sebastian Groom,” Tony says, “Arthur likes underage boys and Sebastian likes boys full stop.”
“That is defamatory officer,” Sebastian announces, “I shall instruct my solicitor.”
“Through fucking Tarot cards maybe.” Sgt Fforbes suggested, “Because there’s no solicitors where you’re going, not live ones.”
“I must protest,” Sebsatian whined so Tony nutted him with his truncheon, that shut him up. “Should have hung them by their bollocks,” I said, and they nodded. “Needs fucking killing,” Al added. “I meant Alan,” I explained. “He’s here to see about joining Wetherfield brass band again,” Sandra said. “Yeah, they say you have to drink four litres of water a day,” I explained, as Al threw up all over Tony’s shoes. I woke up on a trolley in casualty with a TV blokes microphone in me face, “Congratulations Mr Allthwaite,” he said, “What do you hope to achieve by this momentous victory.”
“Clear the place of Pedo’s” I
