
The barman, who is a strapping lad with washboard abs, and who
can bench-press a thousand pounds, grins at the ladies through
his strained grimace. An Indian man of noble virtue and stature
looks on, ready to evict anyone he dislikes.
Very soon, a squirrel lady with a fulsome bosom saunters in, bats
her eyelids, and leaves. For all the attention she engenders, she
leaves only a single card, with the words 'look at me.'
A smartarse, who has so far remained above all these pretensions,
looks on knowing his gallery of pictures of the same one girl,
done up like some other girl, has yet to be subjected to the same
scrutiny. He is relaxed, because he has just done a night shift in a
Royal Mail sorting office, the first paid work he's had since last
Christmas Eve, when he finished the same temporary position - and
because he is drunk enough to sleep through the sun. Good morning.
By which I mean good night.
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can bench-press a thousand pounds, grins at the ladies through
his strained grimace. An Indian man of noble virtue and stature
looks on, ready to evict anyone he dislikes.
Very soon, a squirrel lady with a fulsome bosom saunters in, bats
her eyelids, and leaves. For all the attention she engenders, she
leaves only a single card, with the words 'look at me.'
A smartarse, who has so far remained above all these pretensions,
looks on knowing his gallery of pictures of the same one girl,
done up like some other girl, has yet to be subjected to the same
scrutiny. He is relaxed, because he has just done a night shift in a
Royal Mail sorting office, the first paid work he's had since last
Christmas Eve, when he finished the same temporary position - and
because he is drunk enough to sleep through the sun. Good morning.
By which I mean good night.