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?'So, are you fit, Ger? ,' asked my uncle.
?'Yeah, if you want; ?'r you fit?'
I showed that I was, and I headed first towards the door.
My uncle, Liam, had bought a new car, last week, or the week before. I took no notice when he came towards our exposed porch with a triumphant look in his two unaffected eyes. The rest of them, especially my facile brother, gazed amazedly.
?'It's a Saab,' he had said. ?'Just one woman owned it,' and he laughed.
Bridget, who will figure more importantly later, had glared at him when he pointed out the unpredictable incisions that fingernails had made on the passenger-side. I didn't mention that this just meant that there was a woman passenger. It always started the most trivial arguments, and I saw mortality as a limited oxygen supply.
Gerard went out before me, and dithered about which seat he should take, the front or the back. He was like that; he thought sitting in the wrong place would cause some offence. I gestured that he should take the front seat, and that I minded not where I sat. Nothing had started, then, and all was silent. Yet, the way that the evening lit the dull corners of each terrace on that minute ride from my mother's to my uncle Liam's house seemed in some way eerie, the way that a stagnant sea is.
It had not been fair, earlier, and puddles gleamed like loose pennies lying neglected. We soon got to Liam's flat.
?-?'Why are we here? To get something? ,' I asked.
LIAM: ?'To get a taxi.'
?- O: I thought that you were driving us to
wherever.
LIAM: No; why would you think that?
We parked his new car at the back of his flat. A woman who hardly showed herself, and a guy who pretends to be Australian, putting on barbeques in mid-winter, surrounded him. ?'That's the funny thing about neighbours,' I thought; ?'neighbours are the friends that we'd give, generously, to our enemies.' We had moved more times than a disgraced member of the Olympic Committee, but never out of Birmingham. We used to own pubs, you see; my former stepfather ?'persuaded' my mother into running them. We never had neighbours, yet we relied on nothing but them.
One of them was out in the middle of Old Hill. The name of that decrepit place was deceptive; it gives the vain promise of a hope of there being a hill, or something old, for amusement. Instead, it was a shoe store, a few tired houses, a defunct rail station and a slab headed towards a warehouse store dependent on stolen Spanish trolleys, somewhere bigger. Yet, its being a pub meant that the widespread, longed-for solitariness did not surround our home, at least.
We waited a while for a bus to come. They had asked me where I wanted to go, and I said that I cared nothing, in a polished way, and so we went toward the city centre. We stood by a kitschy florists' store. Its green colour seemed trying to compensate for the lack of flora. Most people passed it, and went to the off licence on the other side of the road; a few men would go to both, and both a crate of some vulgar wine and some captive fake roses would sprout from their burly hands.
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?'The fifteen route? ,' I said, quizzically. ?'It will take an age to get into town on it.' Gerard supported this. The 15 bus had come; and, I knew that it wound all through Small Heath. ?'We will have to alight at that Morrison's store and walk to where the 96 passes.' Liam said that we did not. If he thought that this would be quicker, and it turned out to take until one in the morning to get to town, he would never step off the bus.
?- ?'Do you usually get this bus? ,' I asked.
My uncle answered after a minute; ?'the last time we got it was when we were going to pick up Lar when he came down from Liverpool.'
?'?", Mike! I liked him; I wanted to go to his wedding,' I replied. ?'Did you like his girlfriend?'
?'She w's nice,' Gerard declared. Liam took a long time to answer. ?'She was all right,' he finally decided on.
Somehow, Gerard took such ambivalence towards Mike's anonymous girlfriend as an offence against his honour, and defended her case.
'You have to be mad to marry Mike, though!' And he was right...
gogogogogogogogogogogogogogogogog
We are but the stars' tennis balls,
Struck and banded
Which way please them...
1. Aleutian Islands
2. 1897
3. The cotton gin
4(a). Ace of Clubs
4(b). 11 monkeys
5. The blue one is wider
6. "If I asked the other one which door was the exit, what would he say?"
7. The floor
8. They don't
9. 6 piles of 43 bricks
10. An antelope's foot
11. 5 feet 12 inches
12. Pull the first one, then the third one
13. SDF GOP QQW
14. ..- -- ...- ..-.
15. Ford Fiesta
Drifting, dreaming
in an azure mood ...
Stardust gleaming
through my solitude ...
I often like to sit upon the sea
And claim its expanse as my own. No one
Can taint its colour to a carcass-red,
Or burn its miles in savage love of wrecks.
How peaceful is the sea, even when wild,
And uniformly shows the sun at rise:
Never is it drowned in itself.
Nuclear war,
on the dance floor
Nuclear war
on the dance floor
Electric Six is on time
Electric lovin a sex crime
Your a pretty, pretty, pretty,pretty,pretty,pretty,pretty,pretty,pretty,
pretty,pretty,pretty,pretty,pretty girl
You can do a lot of things with that.
Nuclear War
on the dance floor
Nclear war
on the dance floor
opal fruits, made to make your mouth water.
Hazaa! Hazaa! I am Joan of Arc.
A propos of the nihility of croissants, I should like to say just this.
And Varotstrasta looked upon the book, and said, 'by this you will live, by this you will die.'
Wenn ist das Nunstruck git und Slotermeyer? Ja! ... Beiherhund das Oder die Flipperwaldt gersput.
Si ieis tet demanda' creditat', let dona' na branha.
The Name that Nobody Underpins Name
The Same that Nobody Undercuts Same
The Dame that Nobody Underestmates Dame
The Fame that Nobody Underclothes Fame
The Lame that Nobody Undermines Lame
The Blame that Nobody Undertakes Blame
The Tame that Nobody Underdoes Tame
The Flame that Nobody Undercooks Flame
