…on the King‟s Road, yah? outside Sloane Square Station.
Middleton Fraser, begging…well selling the Big Issue, remember we all used to envy the
jammy bastard, pulled all the birds.
Threw me, yah, I can tell you, put the fear of feck into me to see him like that. Did I talk to
him? of course I talked to him, I asked him what the feck was going on, yah? I said
come on „Midders‟ you can tell your old chum. Said he had had been sleeping rough,
experiencing mental problems. Well join the club, I said, then the cheeky git
asked me was I still snorting and did I want to go to a Narcotics Anonymous meeting. Look
man, I said I am „in ' the programme', I‟ve been a friend of Bill W‟s for all of four month now.
Yeah? But you still using, he said, in between bollocksing my eardrums with..."Big Issue, get
your Big issue.‟ But I‟m not on the fecking streets, am I Midders? Get real, man. Mind you, he
always was a lippy fecker. So I gave him two quid for one of his Big Issues, just to let him
know I still have some wedge and tootled on down the Kings Road, and then I ran into
Zarah…yah?
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