So Phil Daniels

got my sister pregnant.

Well I just had to go round there, didn't I.

To his house which happened to be on top of a coach.

Outside the Prince of Wales.

I was cross.

I climbed the scaffold and jumped on to his abode which frightened his wife.

Who was also pregnant.

"You're not the father" I exclaimed.

Something was wrong with this picture.

Never mind.

Phil and I jumped onto a Telephone box.

The one outside O'Neill's.

Battle!

No.

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I have to run down Drury Lane to Dryden Street

Old Bill in formation, truncheons in hand.

"Move you SUCKAAAAAAAAH" one shouts at me.


I deliberately got in his way you see.

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I must get my son to school.

In my arms like I was Chow Yun Fat in Hard Boiled.

Arne Street is a warzone.

Through the Alley back on to Drury Lane.

The School's not where it's supposed to be.

An oasis of calm.

My friend you look different.

Like your troubles have vanished.

She smiled.

Noticing my child she ushers us to sanctuary.

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Alone now.

I made my way up Neal Street in the cold light of dawn.

I saw my sister outside the entrance to the flats.

Other people were there.

It was over

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This is when I woke up, my arm was frozen numb and I couldn't lift my head. I don't know why I remembered all of this, usually it goes after a few minutes awake. I've no idea what any of it means, if anything at all.

I'm seeing a lass called George Pringle tonight at the Luminaire She's quite cool check her out if you want.