“Right,” I agrees, totally confused, “Now what?”
“Talk to the cunt,” Nobby says. XXNX “Go home Nobby,” Sheila says. “Sort out that crap on the table,” Al suggested. “Better get a Curry then,” Nobby says, “Before we waste away.”
Waste away, Nobby’s gut had to be 46 inches at least and he must have been eighteen stone because Al’s Land rover got quite a list on when Nobby climbed aboard. “You fucking idiots!” Nobby said, “You could have blow the whole gaff up!”
“Fucking gaff, they would have blown themselves up,” I countered, “I guess they was going to hide this lot up their jacksies.”
“And leave it on the plane,” Kuptar agreed. There really wasn’t no answer, and then we met Sheila as we walked home, she was standing at bus stop by WH Smiths.
