More News From Plaistow!
He’s got this thing about Simon Le Bon. No, really! That’s all he ever goes on about. Drives me up the wall. Good job it was the Black Cap we went to. The place was crowded as usual and the music was so loud that I couldn’t hear him droning on about bleedin’ Simon Le Bleedin’ Bon all the time.Come closing time I asked him how he was getting back to Plaistow. he was a bit vague on the subject. I said, you’ll have to rush if you want to get the tube. You’ll miss your connections if you’re not careful. Then I realised I didn’t know if Plaistow was North of the river or South. I asked him but he was a bit vague on that too. “I’ll be all right,” he says, “I like long walks.”
“So what would you recommend,” says I, “Best End or Shank?”
“What?” says he.
“Oh, nothing,” I says, “I was just wondering whether you knew my best friend, Frank?” - and I’m thinking to myself, some butcher’s boy he’d make. I don’t think he’d know his brisket from his chump chops.
Anyway, I came home and he heads off down Primrose Hill way. I’m not sure if that goes to Plaistow myself. I must remember to have a look in the A to Z. Emma called on the phone just now. Said she fancied meeting up in town somewhere. Apparently she’s fallen out with her new boyfriend. I may go just to get the dirt.
Next Morning…
It’s late and I’ve just got back. Well, what a night that was! It turns out there’s more to that butcher’s boy from Plaistow than you’d ever guess! Anyway, the room’s starting to spin around so I’m turning in now. I’ll jot down all the sordid details later….
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