Part 4. London Calling
Some how ah managed tae git a train ticket tae London, however ah got ripped off because now ah have no dosh what sae iver, but ma spirits are lifted knowin thit ah'll soon be gitting the greatest high ah've iver hud. Thit's what keeps me goin, ah dinnae want tae git arrested by the polis sae ah huv only broat a few things, six cigarettes in a twentae pack box, a throwaway lighter n sum speed. If this shit doesnae go as well as ah hope ah've got a few contacts doon n London, mostly dealers but thair alrite as long as ye dinnae talk about buisnesss n all thit, ye knew. The journae doon seems like foriver, but it's eywis like thit when ye know thit your gonna be gittin something good, time just seems tae slow doon, seconds seem like minutes, minutes seem like hours, hours seem like... well ye git what ah'm sayin. Ah'm deid tired sae ah try tae git a quick sleep in, but ma mind jist wont let me, the thought keeps me awake through the entire journey n when a finally git intae London ma body feels like its gonna jist shut off n collapse right thair n then. Ah've got a about n hour before ah have tae meet that English bird Kim, sae ah decide tae git a drink in but all the pubs are full because thairs a fitba game on, n everyone is hoping David Beckham is going tae score a few goals like say, ah hate him, ah've eywis prefferd Archie Gemmil maself, but tae his credit Beckham can give a great free kick. Ah think tae maself about buying a pint n cheering on the cunt but then ah remember that ah've no' got any poppy sae ah decide tae walk tae the meeting place, the streets are cold n damp n here ah am with a fuckin suit on, daft bastard Boz me aye, ah git tae the entrance o' the warehouses n ah start looking around, like say, mostly for the blond bird but also the polis as well. It's still blowin a gale sae ah try n light up a cigarette jist tae try n keep ma aching body warm but the wind makes sure ma lighter doesnae work sae this great high better be worth it aw ah'll be well pissed off at the bitch. In the distance ah see two people walkin towards me, thair hard tae see sae they might be jist two people looking for a quite place to git thair leg ower, but as they come close tae me ah realise its Kim n some other person wit a hair cut thit suggests he's bin n the army, this isn't good.
- I'm so glad you could make it Boz, and may I say that you're looking better than you did at the festival, she's talking a bit nervously like n the way the other fella is looking behind him all the time arouses ma suspicions, - Oh I almost forgot, this Steadler he'll also be joining us, - alrite man, ah say waving ma hand at him but the pompous prick has non o' it n jist ushers us inside intae a warehouse, they aw look the same tae me but ah couldnae care about thit, aw about suspicious Steadler, ah was gonna have the greatest high in ma life, thit's aw ah cared about... n possibly shagging Kim.
Some how ah managed tae git a train ticket tae London, however ah got ripped off because now ah have no dosh what sae iver, but ma spirits are lifted knowin thit ah'll soon be gitting the greatest high ah've iver hud. Thit's what keeps me goin, ah dinnae want tae git arrested by the polis sae ah huv only broat a few things, six cigarettes in a twentae pack box, a throwaway lighter n sum speed. If this shit doesnae go as well as ah hope ah've got a few contacts doon n London, mostly dealers but thair alrite as long as ye dinnae talk about buisnesss n all thit, ye knew. The journae doon seems like foriver, but it's eywis like thit when ye know thit your gonna be gittin something good, time just seems tae slow doon, seconds seem like minutes, minutes seem like hours, hours seem like... well ye git what ah'm sayin. Ah'm deid tired sae ah try tae git a quick sleep in, but ma mind jist wont let me, the thought keeps me awake through the entire journey n when a finally git intae London ma body feels like its gonna jist shut off n collapse right thair n then. Ah've got a about n hour before ah have tae meet that English bird Kim, sae ah decide tae git a drink in but all the pubs are full because thairs a fitba game on, n everyone is hoping David Beckham is going tae score a few goals like say, ah hate him, ah've eywis prefferd Archie Gemmil maself, but tae his credit Beckham can give a great free kick. Ah think tae maself about buying a pint n cheering on the cunt but then ah remember that ah've no' got any poppy sae ah decide tae walk tae the meeting place, the streets are cold n damp n here ah am with a fuckin suit on, daft bastard Boz me aye, ah git tae the entrance o' the warehouses n ah start looking around, like say, mostly for the blond bird but also the polis as well. It's still blowin a gale sae ah try n light up a cigarette jist tae try n keep ma aching body warm but the wind makes sure ma lighter doesnae work sae this great high better be worth it aw ah'll be well pissed off at the bitch. In the distance ah see two people walkin towards me, thair hard tae see sae they might be jist two people looking for a quite place to git thair leg ower, but as they come close tae me ah realise its Kim n some other person wit a hair cut thit suggests he's bin n the army, this isn't good.
- I'm so glad you could make it Boz, and may I say that you're looking better than you did at the festival, she's talking a bit nervously like n the way the other fella is looking behind him all the time arouses ma suspicions, - Oh I almost forgot, this Steadler he'll also be joining us, - alrite man, ah say waving ma hand at him but the pompous prick has non o' it n jist ushers us inside intae a warehouse, they aw look the same tae me but ah couldnae care about thit, aw about suspicious Steadler, ah was gonna have the greatest high in ma life, thit's aw ah cared about... n possibly shagging Kim.