The Sin Bin
“I took a deck at his shoes, brogues.
His type have a name for the colour, ox-blood. I wear Docs, same colour, I call them cherry. Go figure.
He strolled over, 'Mr Dury, I have something to say and I will not ...' He stopped flat.
I put the bead on him. My hand went up, slowly.
'Yes ...' It was a question, really, the pause told me. Like I needed the nod, too, that I clocked as affectation.
'Call me Gus, I hear the mister in there, I think you're after money, or worse, mistaking me for my old ma...n.' The bold Cannis Dury was not a man you'd like to be confused with. Trust me on that.
He looked to the ceiling. Huffed. Was that a tut? I let it slide.
I stood.
He said: 'A-hem, are you?' 'Leaving? Oh yes.' 'But we have business.' 'You think?' That was when I noticed the tweed cap in his hands. He twisted it like he was wringing the neck of a pheasant on his country estate. It boiled my piss. I'm working class, c'mon, it's in the contract.
I reached the street in a heartbeat, as they say Stateside, tugging the zipper on my denim jacket.MoreLess
His type have a name for the colour, ox-blood. I wear Docs, same colour, I call them cherry. Go figure.
He strolled over, 'Mr Dury, I have something to say and I will not ...' He stopped flat.
I put the bead on him. My hand went up, slowly.
'Yes ...' It was a question, really, the pause told me. Like I needed the nod, too, that I clocked as affectation.
'Call me Gus, I hear the mister in there, I think you're after money, or worse, mistaking me for my old ma...n.' The bold Cannis Dury was not a man you'd like to be confused with. Trust me on that.
He looked to the ceiling. Huffed. Was that a tut? I let it slide.
I stood.
He said: 'A-hem, are you?' 'Leaving? Oh yes.' 'But we have business.' 'You think?' That was when I noticed the tweed cap in his hands. He twisted it like he was wringing the neck of a pheasant on his country estate. It boiled my piss. I'm working class, c'mon, it's in the contract.
I reached the street in a heartbeat, as they say Stateside, tugging the zipper on my denim jacket.MoreLess
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