Fried bread bacon-n-eggs bangersnbeans chipsntea twice
|When we got to the Egremont
Caf, Chris couldnt resist asking, Were you
having me on, then?
What about Mary?
All that stuff about her waiting naked, behind the door, and then getting you to bring her a crate of gold top, so she could bathe in milk
I looked hurt. Dont you believe me, then?! She had me heat twenty pints, and carry it up to her, in the bathroom! Like I told you, shed got a little old-fashioned tub she could just squeeze into, just for the occasion. Gold-plated it was
Come off it !
And some sort of special creamy soap, I had to rub her all over with
What do you take me for ...?!
But he wanted to believe me.
We went in, and I ordered my usual, then looked at him.
Ts on me. For leading you "up the garden path"!
And back again! he laughed. Ill have the same as you, then
Fried bread bacon-n-eggs bangersnbeans chipsntea twice, Doris yelled out in tbe general direction of the kitchen. You go an sit yerselfs dahn, luv, n Ill bring it over when its done, awlright?
She always said the same thing; I always had the same slap-up breakfast. It was always a high point of the day, for me.
Anyway, I laughed at him, as I lit a cigarette, and offered him one, which he refused, You see what I mean.
What, about the expectations ... the veil of mist
Part of it is true, too.
You dont have to believe me youll have your own stories to tell, after a few weeks but there is a round with a certain lady and a certain frosted-glass door dont know if any of the other blokes ever knocked or got invited in, but the honest truth is I never did. Maybe out of spite for whoever wrote tbat scene. So Ill never know if it was "the usual pornography", or whether there really is a genuine, lonely heart behind that frosted glass, believes shes authentic, and in good faith, and so on. Ill never know. And I dont want to know, either.'); //-->