Although he walked this way every day, Percy had trouble negotiating the incline down Brougham Lane. The handles of the plastic bags were cutting into his palms, but he was buggered if he could remember where he had stashed Vinnie’s hose pieces. Vinnie was okay, considering he was an ‘eye-tie’.
Percy clocked the two china men sitting on the steps shovelling in their foul food. He was wary every time he came this way. He stopped for a breather and to change hands. Those council buggers had not emptied the hotel wheelie bins properly and, although he gave the hotel bloke a piece of his mind, bins had not been hosed out either.
Geez, he wished that Beryl from number 197 would slow down. Then he could ask if she wanted to catch the early show at the El Rocco Room with him. A bloke still has needs, yer know.
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