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| English Slacker chapter forty-four | |
| By chrismorton | ||||
| 18 August 2008 | ||||
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Graz was going on about how the music was crap and Duncan was getting a bit defensive, saying things like, “Just ‘cause it’s not in the fucking music press right now,” and, “You’ve gotta give it a chance.” The decision so far was that we were most likely gonna get the bus there: We’d finally got hold of Ambra’s mum who’d said that Ambra was already in Firkinton and could probably give us a lift back but could only take three of us. But Bradby still hadn’t turned up so we’d said, “Okay,” secretly agreeing that if he did come then she couldn’t turn one of us away if we were all standing there in front of her; and I’d said that I didn’t mind hiding in the boot anyway. So we were still in Duncan’s flat, half-heartedly psyching ourselves up for a long shit bus ride along the coast; the atmosphere having pretty much dwindled into any other Tuesday night. I remember Neale was especially quiet by then. Eating his toast and looking around all like wary of everything, like an animal or something (like cat’s sometimes do when they eat I suppose; if you know what I mean). And I shouted over to him, asking him about his girlfriend and how it was going and that and he was like, “Okay.” And when I asked him if it was “Just okay?” he said that it was, “A bit annoying having to phone her all the time” and I replied, “Fuck that.” Duncan then asked me if I knew what Plant-Pot’s number was and I said, “Fuck knows,” and then, yeah Neale was suddenly brought to life again, spurting all this stuff about how it was so typical of Bradby not to be there yet and how, “Since going full time he’s turned into such a boring git,” and all that, which I couldn’t help agreeing on actually. Although when this started us all talking about how shit it’d be to do what he was doing and like how we all wanted to do something better with our lives, I did feel a bit sorry for Bradby and his situation; although I didn’t say anything about this of course. Graz was now saying that he’d rather die than end up stuck in a, “Fucking supermarket in fucking Skipton,” while Neale was all on about how he was, “So looking forward to university,” which made me think again about what the fuck I was gonna do and I started to feel a bit jealous, wondering too what the hell I was gonna say if any of them asked me what my plan was. Although when Duncan then asked Neale about his girlfriend he said, “We’re gonna see each other at weekends,” and like how it was gonna be an effort but they’d make it work somehow and I remember thinking again, “Fuck that.” Then Duncan was going off on one about how he was gonna, “Move to Canada next year,” and how he had a mate there who’d got his own business spraying cars and stuff, but we all just started taking the piss out of Duncan’s, “Dodgy mates,” which pissed him of a bit I could tell. Still pretty funny though. Anyway, a while after that Graz was talking about the train and how easy it was to jump it and hide in the bogs and we all started discussing about how we could get the train in and began planning how we were all gonna run on just after the train stopped so the guard wouldn’t see us amongst all the people getting off. So we settled on the idea of the train and then we had about half an hour before we had to leave and it was at that point when Duncan said he had, “A brilliant idea,” and ran into the kitchen before quickly returning with a giant bong that none of us had ever seen before. I remember him looking totally proud as he ran back in and I think that’s why we all cracked up on his return. About half an hour later we were all running down the road to the train station and it was well cold and someone was cursing the weather and the train was fucking moving and we weren’t sure if it was coming in or going out and Graz nearly got run over and suddenly I had a stitch and Neale was complaining about Bradby and Duncan was saying, “Fuck, fuck, fuck!”
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