Spike Island Page #2
The guy's a pure tube.
I don't reckon he could get us tickets
for the one-three-five, man.
He could, however,
eat an apple through a tennis racquet.
He's got 'em, right?
Swore on his mum's life.
See? Listen to Tits. He knows everything.
Anyway, he's f***ing all right, Keith Teeth.
He's f***ing all wrong.
Zippy, look me in the eyes, man.
When have I ever let you down?
Oi! I said look me in the eyes.
Sally Harris.
Oh! Lisa Hughes!
F***'s sake, nobody jizz their pants.
Yeah, let's do it. Get in there, man.
- Upstairs, man, sharpish!
- We f***ing are!
Oh, sh*t!
Where'd you get them?
Piccadilly Records. What about you?
I bet yous haven't
even got tickets.
We'll be backstage. VIPs.
How come? Is your brother back
or something, Tits?
- No. - It's where they lob
all the acid casualties.
No. It's where the cool
kids get sucked off.
- Oh.
- You're jibbin' it, aren't you?
No, we're getting 'em tomorrow.
Serious? You lot are paying for something?
- Keith Teeth.
- Keith Teeth?
Yeah, right. Like that'll happen.
Keith Teeth's a mong.
It's been sold out for time. You're goosed.
- How's your dad?
- Yeah. He's not bad.
Buzzing.
Little Gaz,
is it true you're selling weed?
- What're you after?
- Fivers. Can you change that?
Yeah. I can change it
into a bigger lump of draw.
- Oh, come on!
- I've got no change.
For f***'s sake, go on.
Greetings, Earthlings.
What time's praccy tonight?
Are we recording?
Recording what?
- Demo.
- What of? How to be spackers?
Demo tape.
- Is it any good?
- Of course!
We're the second best band in the world.
No one's heard it.
Dodge has been a proper tape Nazi.
He won't play it to no one.
Yeah, he will. When it's finished.
And when it is, it'll be smart.
You should take it to Spike Island,
give it to the Roses.
When you're backstage.
Laters.
I needed so much more
Rain clouds, oh, they used to chase me
Down they would pour
Sent to me from heaven
Sally Cinnamon, you're my world
You do know you're never going
to bang Sally, don't you, Dodge?
He'd have to talk to her first,
Oh, you don't know what you're talking
about. None of you understand.
I do! Get her juiced up and that.
Oi, don't be snide. Leave him alone.
It's different with Sally.
She makes me feel like...
She makes me feel like writing tunes.
That is the gayest thing I've ever heard.
She makes me feel like bumming her.
No, wait.
That's the gayest thing I've ever heard.
- See you in a bit, boys.
- See you later.
Oi, it's not that bad of an idea, you know.
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