“Fifty?” she says. xxx desi “We can’t fucking carry that down the street can we?” I explained, “Not without getting arrested.”
“Good point,” Nobby says, “Better cut the barrel off.”
“Don’t be a fucking dick head,” Al says, “You wants a fucking mallet.”
“Iron bar,” I says. they was all there, the whole fucking tribe with this white bearded bastard sat there and the whole fucking table was loaded with stuff in brown paper wrappers, and bits of mobile phones and all sorts of crap. I eyeballed the stuff in the table, “So what is it?” I asked, “RDX?”
“Semtex,” Imran said, “And there are mobile telephone timers.”
I eyeballed the stuff in the table, “Where?” I asked. “For fucks sake I fucking paid her and I was rubbered up every time!” I reminded them. The bloke kept walking and we followed, we would have caught him up and had a chat except Nobby started wheezing because of the fags and that and Al said he had stitch and I didn’t fancy
