Bggers be still laughing when they hits the deck with a busted jaw, “All together in the Floral Dance,” he sang “Whack they all fall down.”
“So how do we find the blokes?” I asked. Proper obstreperous he were, so we started singing and when he still didn’t do as we said we slipped him fifty quid. Xxx “Right lets sing the Floral Dance,” Old Denzil Senior ordered. We went up on the train to Paddington which is as near London as the train gets. Fucking in Cornish time in the smoke. “One, clash sticks, two clash sticks, and one two three, belt the living day lights out of the bastards.” he said. Bit like St Ives on a Sat day night really. Read 10497 times |
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