After sorting stuff out with Indie Kid I started thinking about sorting things out with the rest of the street: Fat Rab and Hooka, that would take a while and is best left alone for now, Mr Spoon, I was going to have to think about that; for all his huffing and puffing and moralising and all that crap he just wants to think he lives somewhere nice where (nomatter what people do in their home) that sort of stuff doesn't happen on the streets.
I know he likes to make weird wines so I went to the veg shop on the Lisburn Road and bought him loads of beetroot and ginger and an aubergine.
I went round his house and knocked his door but no-one answered. It didn't sound like he was in. I went to the shop and bought a notepad and a pen and wrote him a wee note:
"I hope you can make some of your nice wine with this lot. I liked the bottle you gave me last summer Christmas."
Then I left it at his front door in a bag.
I was about to go in the house when I heard this Rolling Stones song playing loudly from the living room:
I looked through the window to see Fabian Wildman slithering about in his zentai giving it his best Jagger moves.
He was shouting: "Betty Blue! Whip my ass! Aren't you hypnotised by my ass!"
I didn't look any more to see her. I decided to leave them to it. Fabian more than deserved the house to him and Betty Blue for the rest of the day. So I went round the back and got Battle Cat and me and him went off to the Lagan Meadows for a nice big long walk.
