“Right,” I said, “I’ll watch it on telly if that’s all right.”
“Running!” she said, “Daddy pulled a few strings.”
“Fuck!” I said. Porn sex They took some blood from us, some bloke in a white coat took blood samples from us and the the blokes from the Flying Horse and some girls who looked real fit in their sports kit, too fit, I like a bit more tit myself, well some tit at least. I couldn’t help it, I just about pissed myself laughing. I tried to kip in the car but the screaming of the siren kept me awake and then we was down the smoke and these fuckers was doing their nuts finding me some accreditation and some kit and al that what should have been done weeks before. “He’s a swimmer Mum,” I says, “Give me bleeding strength!” and I went up to bed for a lie down and I was so knackered I didn’t wake up till Suzanne called round Sunday teatime. “Jesus christ you’re all drunk!” the bloke exclaimed.
