So Long Red Rick
Red Rick's had it away on his toes, gone and formed his own band, without lee, so that's just me and Lee at the squat.
I knew Lee was totally put out by this when he woke me up this morning at Nine fucking AM. (this is pretty much the middle of the night as far as Lee's sleepy patterns are usually concerned). So he wakes me up and then proceeds to let me know in no uncertain terms that he is going out to do a bit of busking.
"Do what, i says," shocked into a semi consious state. "It's nine oclock in the morning."
"I know, i know, it's just,i'm feeling a bit restless. I thought i'd chance my arm at Covent Garden."
"What's brought this on?" i said.
But of course i knew only too fucking well what had brought this on: Red Rick had fucked off and formed his own band without telling Lee he was doing it. I mean, I know that Lee had this secret hope in which he and Red-man became the Simon & Garfunkel of Barking and no amount of piss-taking by me had ever managed to topple him from this absurd wall of fantasy he was perched upon. Then, out of the blue ... overnight, literally, Red Rick, had shot through and formed his own band.
I found this out yesterday when i bumped into Ricks brother Lorry in the bookies. (this was a bit unfortunate as i owed him a ten spot). Anyway, he tells me that Rick and his band, (Red Rick and the Roosters) already had 2 gigs lined up. One at the Robin Hood pub in Dagenham and one, in Camden, at the Bull and Gate.
Camden Town. The home of fucking rock no less. (i might have to pop along. give em some moral). The Bull & Gate? Didn't Radiohead once play there?
All of the above, as you can imagine, must of come as a bit of a shock to Lee, who'd spent every waking hour, for the last god knows how long, in the company of Red Rick. The pair of em used to sit there all day strumming their guitars and reinforcing each others delusions. The pair of em rarely ventured out the front door.
So he wakes me up. Now the thing is, i do feel for the bloke and all that, but why the fuck is he waking me up to tell me he's going busking.
"Why the fuck are you waking me up?" I says.
"I just thought i should let you know?" he says.
Is he on drugs?
"are you on drugs?" i says.
"No. I can't afford them," he says. He pauses, standing their like a spare cock at an orgy. Then he says ... "I'll tell you how i got on later shall I?"
"If you must mate," i say. I'll fucking look forward to that. Then he's off and i'm trying to get back to sleep.
I knew Lee was totally put out by this when he woke me up this morning at Nine fucking AM. (this is pretty much the middle of the night as far as Lee's sleepy patterns are usually concerned). So he wakes me up and then proceeds to let me know in no uncertain terms that he is going out to do a bit of busking.
"Do what, i says," shocked into a semi consious state. "It's nine oclock in the morning."
"I know, i know, it's just,i'm feeling a bit restless. I thought i'd chance my arm at Covent Garden."
"What's brought this on?" i said.
But of course i knew only too fucking well what had brought this on: Red Rick had fucked off and formed his own band without telling Lee he was doing it. I mean, I know that Lee had this secret hope in which he and Red-man became the Simon & Garfunkel of Barking and no amount of piss-taking by me had ever managed to topple him from this absurd wall of fantasy he was perched upon. Then, out of the blue ... overnight, literally, Red Rick, had shot through and formed his own band.
I found this out yesterday when i bumped into Ricks brother Lorry in the bookies. (this was a bit unfortunate as i owed him a ten spot). Anyway, he tells me that Rick and his band, (Red Rick and the Roosters) already had 2 gigs lined up. One at the Robin Hood pub in Dagenham and one, in Camden, at the Bull and Gate.
Camden Town. The home of fucking rock no less. (i might have to pop along. give em some moral). The Bull & Gate? Didn't Radiohead once play there?
All of the above, as you can imagine, must of come as a bit of a shock to Lee, who'd spent every waking hour, for the last god knows how long, in the company of Red Rick. The pair of em used to sit there all day strumming their guitars and reinforcing each others delusions. The pair of em rarely ventured out the front door.
So he wakes me up. Now the thing is, i do feel for the bloke and all that, but why the fuck is he waking me up to tell me he's going busking.
"Why the fuck are you waking me up?" I says.
"I just thought i should let you know?" he says.
Is he on drugs?
"are you on drugs?" i says.
"No. I can't afford them," he says. He pauses, standing their like a spare cock at an orgy. Then he says ... "I'll tell you how i got on later shall I?"
"If you must mate," i say. I'll fucking look forward to that. Then he's off and i'm trying to get back to sleep.
posted by Johnny Splodge at 9:12:00 am
