Out of Control: The Last Days of the Clash by Vince White

Author:Vince White [White, Vince]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
ISBN: 9780955503801
Google: PdPDAgAACAAJ
Amazon: 0955503809
Publisher: Moving Target
Published: 2007-04-14T12:00:00+00:00

SOLO: WHO PUT THAT HEAD IN MY BED?

I stand there just staring. A casual glance goes in my direction.

The Whale and Sammy go back to talking between themselves. I blow.

'You FUCKERS! Is that ALL YOU CAN DO? Just fucking SIT THERE? YOU FUCKERS! I been half way around the world for THREE months and WORKING and getting my poor arse SCREWED HALFWAY OFF TO INFINITY BY ALL THOSE CUNTS OUT THERE and this ... THIS is the kind of reception I get? BOLLOCKS SHIT ARSE FUCKING SHIT BOLLOCKS!'

I slump down on the bed. The Whale comes over.

'But Baby. I wasn't sure if ...'

'Sure if WHAT? WHAT? WHAT? Oh, FUCK BOTH OF YOU! Everyone's a CUNT! I know it now. Including YOU TWO!'

'OH BABY, I'm REALLY HAPPY TO SEE YOU! REALLY!'

The Whale suddenly jumps over me putting her arms around me.

'Well, it's about time you started showing it, don't you think,' I say pulling away, angrily. 'What is all this for? Eh? You think all this stuff is fun and games? Eh? Punk rock star? You think it's all glamour and roses? What's the point? I tell you. What's the point anyway if you got nothing to come back to?'

She's hugging me frantically now.

'I'VE MISSED YOU. OH, I'M SO HAPPY YOU'RE BACK!'

'Don't be stupid Vince. Of course we're happy to see you,' Sammy chimes in.

'OK, then let's celebrate. Where's the wine?' I say.

'We haven't got any. Don't worry. I'll go to the off license.'

'Good. And hurry up about it!'

That wine arrives and my sister disappears and soon the Whale and I are back in bed and I unexpectedly land in heaven. Heaven comes in the form of her and a £12 a week bedsit. Leaves rustling outside the sash window. A humming fridge. A packet of cigarettes. Nowhere to go. Nothing to do. No one to be. I fall asleep in a jingly wine haze and each time I wake up in a warm bath of bliss. Another screw. Another bottle of wine. A curry take away. A beautiful girlfriend. Perhaps Bernie was right, after all. What the fuck did I want money for?

Later, Sammy's back and we're going to the pub to meet my mates. I'm putting on some nice strides.

'Oh, look! Vince. You've put on weight!'

'What? Nah. Not me. No chance.'

'Yes you have, Vince. You got LOVE HANDLES!'

'You girls need your eyes testing. I'm 100% pure meat HUNK! LOOK, no fat on that!'

I begin swinging my cock out of my fly.

'Put it away! Put it away!'

'Disgusting!'

We go to the pub. Oh dear, they both think I've put on weight. I decide it's not possible and put it out of my mind. The Whale never asks me if I've been faithful to her. I'm immensely grateful. I know I would've lied and I hate lying. But sometimes you just have to.

But it's not long before jet lag leaves me and my strength returns. The novelty of being back home with loved ones wears off and I crash. Like a cartoon

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