London Town Page #4

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really wasn't worth it.

Was it, dad?

[instrumental music]

Hey now

it's a matter of opinion

If you agree

Someone else

will say the opposite

Well hey now you won't

ever change the weather

Take what's there

if it's rain or if it's shine

Are you running too fast?

Are you walking..

- Come on boys, pull, pull.

[grunts]

- Oi, I like your hair.

A little Sid Vicious, are ya?

- Uh, Sid's a wanker.

[grunts]

- Who do you like then?

- The Clash.

- Come on, Shay.

You're not helping me, boy.

Move out of the way.

Out, go on, scoot.

Pull!

[groans]

Ah!

- Dad! Dad!

- Nurse. I'm looking for

the family of Nicholas Baker.

Hello.

Where's your mother?

- She's, she's on her way.

Is he gonna die?

- No, no.

He has sustained

some rather serious injuries

but he'll be fine.

I'm afraid we will have

to keep him in

for a few weeks, though.

- I want daddy.

- Can we see him?

- Daddy!

- Oh, hello.

Do you want

to sit beside him over here?

- Why is he just lying there?

Is he sleeping?

- Well, yes.

Um, the, the doctor

did, uh, an operation

so the, uh, doctor

put him to sleep

and, and he fixed his leg

and he put that cast on it.

And, and now he's just sleeping

to get better.

- When's mummy coming home?

- Soon.

- Well, what are we gonna do?

- Well, I don't know.

I'll think of something.

Here, eat your dinner.

- I don't like that, Shay.

- Well, you'll have to have it.

- Well, I don't want it.

- Alice, please.

- I don't want it.

- Alright, listen to me.

I'm gonna be like dad

for the next couple of weeks

so you're gonna have to do

what I say.

- But you're not an adult.

- Well, I better be.

Otherwise we're gonna be

in deep trouble.

Did you hear me?

[instrumental music]

Alice, I'm serious.

Go on, get ready for bed.

I'll keep it for later.

- It's rubbish.

- It is. Don't be cheeky.

[chuckles]

"Burned branches

crashed to the ground

"sending up great showers

of sparks.

"Can you imagine

how frightened the animals were?

"As soon as they could smell

the smell of burning

"and hear the distant crackling

of the fire

they began to run."

[instrumental music]

[indistinct chattering]

Vivian! Vivian!

[indistinct chattering]

- Alright!

Alright. Shut it! Shut it.

- Vivian!

- Yeah, alright.

Hey, I was starting to wonder.

Nice hair.

You alright?

- My dad's had an accident.

He's in hospital.

- What are you doing here then?

- I don't know.

I couldn't just sit there,

could I?

- Alright. Skinheads are here.

Better get inside

before there's trouble.

[rock music]

I want to move the town

to the clash city rockers

You need a little jump

of electrical shockers

You better leave town

if you only want to knock us

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