“Fucking twenty more like,” I says and I rummaged in my pocket, “I got seventeen pounds and eighty three pence,” I says. “That cunt got our Sheila up the duff!” Nobby explains, “We just want’s what she’s due.”
“What?” Kuptar asks, “You don’t care?”
“No,” I agreed, “If that cunt does right by Sheila that’s it.”
“Marry the prostitute Imran,” Amina says, “Say you’ll marry the prostitute.”
“I have promised cousin Mustafa!” Kuptar announces. XXX So we followed ‘Kuptar,’ to his gaff the corner shop on the corner of Mafeking terrace and Ladysmith street and we went in, Mrs Kuptar was serving behind the high counter and she hid her copy of ‘Playgirl,’ or some such and switched her telly to the Asian network instead of one of them porn channels she usually watched as we walked in. “Who then?” I asks, “Al?”
“Don’t you fancy me then Johnno?” she asks.
