Sex & Drugs & Rock & Roll Page #4

it stuck out here in the country.

I've always encouraged you, Ian.

Now it's your turn.

-Is Dad gone?

-Left about an hour ago.

Looks all right.

Blimey! How many more steps?

I'm not Sherpa bloody Tenzing.

It's Oval Mansions.

We get to live in a mansion together.

Catshit Mansions more like.

All right.

What colour for the walls?

Would you say white?

Nah, that's too institutional.

-Blue, then?

-No, too constitutional.

It should be. ..claret. Yeah.

Yeah, the colour of blood. Passion.

And a sort of booze.

-You up for it?

-Mmm-hmm.

I. ..

I can do anything. If you teach me.

What's wrong?

We're going to have to switch places

'cause I'm struggling to undo your

buttons here with my dodgy left hand.

Or you can do it, I don't mind.

# l come awake

# With a gift for womankind

# You're still asleep

# But the gift don't seem to mind

# Rise on this occasion

Not too bad.

Have you done this before?

# Halfway up your back

# Sliding down your body

# Touching your behind

# You look so self-possessed

Aw!

# l won't disturb your rest

# lt's lovely when you're sleeping

# But wide awake is best

# Wake up and make love with me

# Wake up and make love

# Wake up and make love with me

# l don't want to make you

# l'll let the fancy take you

# And you'll wake up and make love

# You come awake

# ln a horny morning mood

# And have a proper wriggle

# ln the naughty naked nude

# Roll against my body

# Get me where you want me

# What happens next is private

What are you doing?

This is Denise.

-Hello, Denise.

-That's Baxter.

Hello, Baxter.

Your door's unlocked.

Mum's putting the kettle on.

Nice.

Go on then, off you pop.

Thanks so much for this. So kind.

-Takes quite a lot to make a home.

-Yeah.

"Home is the place, no matter what

you've done, they have to let you in."

That's what Ian says.

-So you're a bass player?

-Bass player,

sandwich-maker, personal manager.

Sole driver of a van full of nutters.

We're looking forward

to having Baxter stay.

Any time you need help we're here.

Yeah, um.. .

He's a little fussy,

he doesn't like tomatoes,

-fruit of any kind, potatoes. ..

-Like father like son, eh?

-How old are you, Denise?

-I'm almost 20.

Oh!

-I'm sorry about that.

-It was always heavy for me, too.

Is that Elvis Presley?

Don't they teach you any

classical history at school these days?

That's Gene Vincent.

Scramble-egged his leg

in a bike accident.

Him and Eddie Cochran

were the brightest stars

in the firmament

when they climbed into a cab

outside the Savoy, April 1 6th, 1 960.

Two hours later,

they hit a hairpin bend.

Crash!

Eddie Cochran is lying

dying in his own blood.

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