Stories We Could Tell (2005)
“‘Didn’t expect to see you again,’ he said to Terry, running the tip of his tongue over a Rizla.
PJ had changed into his stripy pyjamas. That’s why they called him PJ. Get past the witching hour and PJ would put his jammies on, bring out the Old Holborn, and get ready for what he called a good old kip. ‘Thought you’d be flying all over the world with those drug-taking weirdos.’ ‘That was last week,’ Terry said. ‘Are they up there?’ A thin smile. ‘Where else they got to go?’ Terry went inside the... factory, and it was strange to be here after the best part of a year on The Paper. He looked around at the great expanse of the bottling plant, silent and still now, the conveyor belts snaking all over what looked like a giant aircraft hangar. He had thought he would never come back. But being here was oddly comforting.
The place was in darkness, but one floor up he could see fluorescent lights blazing. The data-processing department never closed.
Everybody else – in the bottling plant, in the offices – was given free gin at the stroke of six and told to bugger off home thirty minutes later.MoreLess
PJ had changed into his stripy pyjamas. That’s why they called him PJ. Get past the witching hour and PJ would put his jammies on, bring out the Old Holborn, and get ready for what he called a good old kip. ‘Thought you’d be flying all over the world with those drug-taking weirdos.’ ‘That was last week,’ Terry said. ‘Are they up there?’ A thin smile. ‘Where else they got to go?’ Terry went inside the... factory, and it was strange to be here after the best part of a year on The Paper. He looked around at the great expanse of the bottling plant, silent and still now, the conveyor belts snaking all over what looked like a giant aircraft hangar. He had thought he would never come back. But being here was oddly comforting.
The place was in darkness, but one floor up he could see fluorescent lights blazing. The data-processing department never closed.
Everybody else – in the bottling plant, in the offices – was given free gin at the stroke of six and told to bugger off home thirty minutes later.MoreLess
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