Northern Soul Page #2

if you like it.

"Den of iniquity?

"Thousands of teenagers

dance the night away.

"High on amphetamines."

Wigan Casino, as soon as I look old enough,

I'm gonna go down there

and watch a Henderson set.

Be careful with this.

Paul taped it live at Blackpool.

- Yeah?

- It's Ray Henderson's set.

Hello, hello.

Did someone mention amphetamines? Eh?

This is John.

He just helped me in a scrap.

Some big bastard from his school

started on me.

He waded in.

Wow!

Well done, pal.

You know that graffiti

on the end of Newbold Street?

- Yeah.

- "Burnsworth is a shithole."

- PAUL Yeah.

- Lt was him. He did it.

What, you wrote that?

Um...

Just the shithole bit.

Spot-on, pal.

He must be one of us.

Full of pond life, Burnsworth.

All anyone looks forward to

is going down local.

Not us though, eh, brother?

We're off to the States next year.

The States?

Tell him.

America.

We're going to get records.

They've got warehouses

and basements full of them.

You're joking?

He's got contacts in Detroit and Chicago.

I'm gonna get tons of stuff no one's heard.

I'll have everyone begging me to DJ.

Yeah. Can't even get a spot at youth club.

You watch, I'm working on Tez.

He'll give me a go.

We'll see about that, you useless bastard.

Hey, are you giving us some or what?

All right.

Got four each, that's your lot.

There you go, pal.

Think you've earned these.

Get 'em down your neck.

What'll happen?

"What'll happen?"

In 45 minutes you'll be into next week.

Well, don't worry.

They're made for fatties to lose weight.

There you go.

I'm going record-hunting

tomorrow in Manchester.

- Do you wanna come?

- Yeah.

- Yeah?

- Yeah.

See you about 2:
00, then.

- All right.

- Yeah.

- Ta-Ra.

- See you later.

Oi, knock on back.

F***ing hell!

F***.

Hey, let us in.

Visiting time is over!

It's not even dinner time yet!

I said it's over!

F***ing hell!

Hey up, cocker.

Hey, I wanna buy that record. You know,

the first one on Ray Henderson's tape.

It says here, "Cover-Up".

Is that the title?

No, it's a cover-up. I'll come down.

It's a cover-up, it's been covered up.

Cover-up's where the DJ's hidden the title.

He gets a piece of paper

and it covers up the label,

so no-one else can find it.

Sh*t! How do I...

If I wanted to go and

buy one, how would I...

How would I know what to ask for.

You wouldn't.

Why do you think I wanna go to America?

It's the only place you can go and find

a record that nobody's heard already.

You're all fired up, aren't you?

How was your night?

I just... I didn't even sleep. I just...

- I get these...

- Tingles.

- Yeah, tingles, down the back of my neck.

- Brilliant.

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