The Loneliness of the Long Distance Runner Page #5

the bloody chauffeur?

Just shut up, or you'll get out and walk.

Go on, run him over. Better luck next time.

- Let's go to London.

- We haven't got enough petrol.

- Hey, birds.

- Slow down, then.

- Slow down.

- We'll have these.

- Hello, gorgeous. Coming for a ride?

- Who are they?

- I don't know. Take no notice.

- Skid, show off.

Don't be like that, darling.

I'm just trying out me new car,

a birthday present from me old man.

Coming?

- I bet it isn't his.

- It is, honest.

- I'm 21 today, right, mate?

- That's right, yeah.

- You coming?

- Where you going, then?

- Where do you wanna go?

- London.

Me as well.

We're going to, aren't we, Colin?

Well, you can count me out.

I've got better things to do with my time.

Don't be like that, darling.

We could've been there and back by now,

scooting up and down them hills,

round them bends.

I said you can count me out.

- Anyway, that isn't your car.

- It is, honest.

- Come on.

- Hey, come on, let's go for a ride.

No, I've got to do

me mum's shopping today.

- Oh, do it tomorrow.

- Oh, shut up, you.

Look, well, I'll help you

if you want to do it later.

Come on, duck, don't play hard to get.

Come on, Audrey.

- Well, not too far then.

- In you get, love.

- Make yourselves comfortable.

- I mustn't be very long.

- All right?

- Okay.

Away we go.

- I'm puffed.

- Your old man must be well off, then,

- buying you a car for your birthday.

- Yeah, he is.

Where did you get it from?

We found it on a rubbish heap,

didn't we, Mike?

- Yeah.

- But keep it to yourself.

You pinched it, didn't you?

- Say I borrowed it.

- You ought to be ashamed of yourself.

I wanted a breath of fresh air.

I'll take it back tonight.

- You'll end up in prison one of these days.

- lf he ain't careful.

It would get me out of this dump.

Is that the only way to get out of it?

- Tell me another way then.

- You can stop that for a start.

London's the place

I've always wanted to live in.

I went there once with a friend.

We went on a day excursion,

looked all around the shops.

Oh, Oxford Street was lovely.

You should have seen Piccadilly Circus.

Oh, it was wonderful,

all lit up like day.

- They get all the films there first, too.

- Yeah, I know.

Phyllis had a fair job dragging me

to the station.

I wanted to stay there, get a job.

There's other places

besides London, you know.

Well, I don't think so.

- Well, I'm off home now, anyway.

- Why?

- Come on, Gladys.

- What?

Oh.

- I'll drive you back.

- Don't bother, we'll take the bus.

Suit yourself.

- Hey, where'd you dump it?

- Where we found it. Nobody saw me.

Hey, he won't know anything,

till he looks in the back

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