Thursday, 16 May 2013

He Needs A Drink!

Where Is The Pub?

There are eight platforms to receive people like us, concealed beneath an impressive awning which I thought was quite possibly Victorian in design. Others shared my opinion, for as Tony and me jumped from our train, tourists were busily arching their heads back to get a better look at the awning, and to take the occasional photograph.
FUCKING TOURISTS! They get everywhere. Tony pushed his way past a group of sightseers. He wasn’t interested in the awning – he just wanted to get a beer down his throat, nicotine into his lungs, and his backside on a barstool. So when he saw that there was no bar in the station he looked upwards, and asked God why. Why – the creator of all – did you not put a fucking bar in this station? And then on he went, pushing his way through the crowds, optimistic that there would be a pub waiting for us outside.
Tony Joy needs a drink.
Extract taken from "The Londoners 3 - No Turning Back"
Out now on Kindle.

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