him again
It was years later, long after the merton gig.
It played through my mind.
I'd had a run in with that meldrew feller again and come across badly. I always came across badly.
I'd fallen out of bed again. Wedged up between the old bed and the wall. The room stunk. The room always stunk.
I dragged myself up and had a sip of scotch...mmm... it was warming. The heating never worked in the place.
It was always cold.
The embassy was expecting me. I had to look the part.
I wandered downstairs and mum put me some breakfast on. twelve sausages, three eggs and four rounds of toast. I poured myself a hearty cup of PG and burst into tears.
I cried every morning, mum didn't even notice anymore.
I was still crying as i approached Westbourne Grove and passed the bus stop.
I noticed my old friends stood waiting at the stop. Larry Goldstien and Amjad Gorshani had been friends since they were kids.
They both smiled as I walked past, I heard Amjad ask Larry when the bus would be coming along but I was too far away to hear his response.
I arrived at the embassy, but alas it was closed up tight. Every window covered by slats of wood and board.
I heard the bus roaring up the road and watched it slow down to let a pair of nuns from the local parish pass down the old roman road.
I'd been to the doctors yesterday and told him about my latest fantasy, he'd told me to 'pull myself together' and he was right.
I decided to go into the pub up the road. Always welcome there, perhaps i'd see Tommy in there...
I aproached the pub from the rear and opened the rusty old doors.
There was Tommy, a decorated war hero, Thomas Wheatley, same name as his father.
Tommy was entertaining the lads with some old war tale when I hovered in. The lads were Mickey O'Flanagan and Hamish McKenny. I had sicked a little bit onto by cumberbund.
"Hello there you lot" i shouted, but they didn't hear.
No one ever answered any more.
I floated down the road and back into my house. Mum was waiting. She always had a tear in her eye.
"gone" she sobbed... "the gentle giant"
I opened my mouth and a pebble dropped into my lap.
The bedsores and welts made me weap.
I wobbled back and forth like a broken zebedee.
The maw.
The awful maw...
(jindodsdadsdogsdead I am not stusut79, Thu 4 Dec 2008, 15:37, 5 replies)

I feel sad
It slowly starts to sink in, that's actually really moving. Really, nice one.
(suicidalducky has too much time on his hands, Thu 4 Dec 2008, 16:11, closed)

thank you.
i float back down to the embassy and kiss you on the bonce
(jindodsdadsdogsdead I am not stusut79, Fri 5 Dec 2008, 8:28, closed)

Fantastically bizzare, as usual.
Somehow your writing reminds me of the script to Max Payne (the game).
(Half of Stephen Fry's right buttock pissed on your dog on, Thu 4 Dec 2008, 16:26, closed)

thank you
i can get a little film noir from time to time...

there were prizes for spotting the hidden messages and gags...
(jindodsdadsdogsdead I am not stusut79, Fri 5 Dec 2008, 8:29, closed)

^^ I only got
the Rusty rear entrance.. And it's a bit Withnail, or is that the point?

I loved the rest...
(Beer Elf Thought this was like a campfire, anyhow, on, Sun 7 Dec 2008, 21:59, closed)