PART ONE
The Howie Lee
Smoke.
Black smoke ahead there, north end of the field.
Thick, billowinā, curlinā up.
Somethinā burninā.
Me, The Howie, south end, amblinā.
Approachinā.
A figure.
A man ahead, some fuck standinā there, stick in his hand, proddinā whateverās burninā. Makinā sure it all goes up.
Me, The Howie Lee, gettinā closer now.
Passinā through the field, me way home.
Field, the back of the flats there, back of Ollieās flat, me mate Ollieās anā,Jesus, it is Ollie, little fire built, heās standinā there, watchinā it, one hand in his pocket, now anā again, stick prods the burnināā¦ whatsit?
What is it?
Come close. All right, Ollie?
All right, The Howie?
Stop, stand, cock me tush.
The fuckāre you burninā?
Me mat, he says.
Ollieās flat befits a messy cunt like him.
Kip the night, you kip on the guest mat under an oulā slumberdown. Youāre a bloke and youāre game, you can kip in the bed with him. Game meaning gay, neither of which I am, furthest thing from, so I go the mat.
Or did!
On the mat, I kip.
Did! Kipped!
Itās gone, now. Thatās it heās burninā.
Burninā the quilt as well, so if you want to kip over, the future, only place is the single bed, now, you spooninā him or him spooninā you, neither of which, like, fuck both of which, ācos I donāt like either.
Me matās gone, he says. Me matās burninā.
āCos itās got a disease and it canāt be slept on.
āCos itās got scabies.
Scabies?
Matās got scabies, Iāve got scabies, he says. Iāve this cream on me, Iāve all over me body. Have to leave it for twenty-four hours, have to burn me mat.
Itchy? I asks him.
Itchy all over, he says. Are you itchy, a-tall?
Havenāt slept on your mat in while, now.
Lucky you, he says. Wouldnāt wish it upon you.
Adios, Ollie, says I. Adios, The Howie, then home.
Keys out, front door, open anā in, ignorinā everyone, The Howie this, that, The Howie, fuck youse.
Up to me bedroom, slide the bolt of privacy anā peace.
Peace and quiet, nice.
Dirty rags, polish me tool, nice one.
Lie back, catnap anā repose.
Banginā on me door, the oulāone, wake up, sheās fuckinā poundinā on me door.
Get off the bed, over, slide the bolt anā out the landinā, swayinā left anā right, the sudden rush of blood to me head. The oulāone standinā there, bad breath, ugly, dresses nineteen-fifties popsock teeny-bopper, very few grey cells, the oulāfellaās even less, he does as she says, not because sheās powerful, no, not because heās scared of herā¦
Tom?!
What?
You cominā up The Fort?
Yeah.
ā¦ But because heās nothinā better to do.
Nothinā better, ācos he knows no better.
Youāre wanted on the phone, she tells me.
Pick up, itās Ollie.
Ollie with the mat, who I met.
Cāmere, he says. Me anā The Peaches is after someone. Would you like to be after someone with us?
Whoāre youse after? I says. I asks.
Someone youāll like beinā after, but someone who I canāt tell you, ācos of The Peaches, he says. āCos itās The Peachesā fuckinā skit.
Ah, now, this is all a bit fuckinā skulduggerous, I says.
But, itās The Peachesā skit, he says. Call up to me after.
After me dinner?
Yeah.
Right. But, whatās up?
After your dinner.
Hang up, smell of carrots anā parsnips. Lovely.
Bit of bad, now, bit of hassle, the oulāone.
Tryinā to eat me dinner, sittinā, sheās at me.
At me goodo, sheās in me face; popsocks anā cardigan.
Mind your brother. Mind Mousey.
Iām busy.
Me anā your oulāfellaās goinā The Fort.
Iām busy, get out of me face.
Wears this spangly glitter shit on her cheeks, ācross her nose, her glasses magnify, make it flash at me, gimme a tense nervous.
I wonāt get out of your face.
Leave me alone.
No, I wonāt. You mind The Mousey Lee.
Fuck that.
So forth, enter the oulāfella.
Cycles fifteen miles to work and back every day.
Got a bad ticker, was told take it easy or die, so he saved for a car.
Saved, went without, like, sacrificed.
Walkinā by Harry Mooreās one day, saw a handicam.
Now, has the handicam, fuck the car.
Fuck the ticker, fuck his life, full fuckinā stop.
Sheās standinā over me, nagginā, heās standinā over the two of us, handicam perched, red light flashinā, the record light, tense nervous becomes migraine.
Carrots anā parsnips in the bin.
No, I wonāt mind the fuckinā Mouse!
Up the jacks.
Up, shower, freezinā, cold enough to stop me heart ā I love it ā dressed anā down.
Mousey.
Thereās The Mousey Lee, kitchen now, sittinā on an armchair, watchinā me.
I say, Iām sorry, Iām busy (feel a bit guilty), I canāt, man.
Mouseyās five, he just started school.
Do you understand, The Mouse? Iāve business.
He does, heā¦ Course he understands, heās the brother, you know?
Heās the fuckinā brud, he is.
Out the front door, oulāone behind me, oulāfella behind her.
Trip on the step, I go on me snot.
Side of the road, Iām out on me snot, oulāfellaās gigglinā like a
youngfella, he got me goodo, got me on video.
Iām down, change rollinā round, silver anā copper, fuck it, heās
cominā towards me, now, red light flashinā.
Up, go.
Come back, he says.
Fuck that.
Come back for your money.
Heās laughinā hyena-style, sheās not, sheās mad. Mad in both, mad in all fuckinā senses.
Fuck the money.
Call up to Ollieās.
Ollie comes out, call up to Peachesā.
Not in the best of moods, Peaches, have to say. Big dirty puss on him.
I wanna know why weāre here, his oulāoneās kitchen, but itās his skit anā he wants to go out first.
Beinā teased righteous, I am, ācos they know Iām a curious fucker.
Delayinā me, they are.
Delayinā me earlier, delayinā me now.
Tell me somethinā first.
We go out first.
A morsel, man. Tell me who the fuck weāre after.
After someone, youāre lookinā for them. Gonna give them a hidinā, hurt them, youāre chasinā them.
Someoneās after you, youāre hunted.
Tells me weāre after The Rookie Lee.
Nice one, says I. Thank you. I enjoy beinā after people. Thanks for tellinā me. Speciallyā¦ (At fuckinā last.) Specially cunts like The Rookie Lee. Handsome cunts. Specially cunts with the same last name as me.
Lee as in The Bruce.
So, weāre after The Rookie righteous.
Why, Peaches?
After.
Goes for a piss before departure.
Donāt flush, I says.
Out he goes, in comes Avalanche. A monster. Peachesā sister.
Sixteen stone, size forties on her chest, few tats.
Sheās askinā can she come with us.
Not tonight, sister.
She belches in Ollieās face, mid-sentence, Jaysus, doesnāt even know she does it. Sheās talkinā ābout gettinā a new tat ā A tat on me baldy gat, she says ā Fuck, Ollieās try...