Ride On by Stephen J. Martin

Author:Stephen J. Martin [Martin, Stephen J.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Fiction, Humorous, Rock Musicians, General
ISBN: 9781856355292
Publisher: Mercier Press
Published: 2007-01-02T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eighteen

‘Amanda who?’ said Aesop.

Jimmy put his face into his hands and looked through his fingers.

‘Fuck sakes … Susan’s friend, Aesop.’

Aesop’s face was totally blank.

‘Susan …’ he said, rubbing his chin.

Jimmy sighed.

‘Yeah. My girlfriend, you fucking waste of space. Amanda is her friend. With the GT-R?’

‘The GT … ? Ah yeah. I remember now. English bird. I rode her in Japan.’

‘Well at least you got the continent right.’

‘And she’s gone AWOL, is she?’

‘Well Susan hasn’t heard from her for a bit and she was just wondering if you had.’

‘Why would I have heard from her?’

‘Because the poor insane girl still has a thing for you.’

‘I see. A cling-on? Phasers on stun, like?’

‘Just check your email when you can and let me know if she’s been onto you, okay?’

‘No problem. But does she not know that I’m engaged to Helen now?’

‘Does Helen know?’

Norman turned around from the sink where he was peeling spuds.

‘I’ve a sharp knife over here in me hand, Aesop. Shut your hole. You’re on probation until I hear from Trish later. And by the way, you owe me a pair of work boots.’

‘Paint on the shoes is an occupational hazard for clod-hoppers like that, Norman. And anyway, if you’d let me have a proper go it never would’ve spilt.’

‘Well I want a new pair, Aesop. These are your clod-hoppers now.’

‘Mine? What am I meant to do with a pair of size seventeen boots? Jesus, me and Jimmy could make matching jackets out of them.’

‘I don’t give a shite what you do with them. Hey Jimmy, Susan reckons that Amanda is over here, is it?’

‘Yeah. Why?’

‘Ah just wondering. I never met her, but I heard all the stories. Nice girl?’

‘Grand, yeah. But she was a bit down. She was after getting dumped and all and thought that this degenerate over here might be her new Prince Charming.’

‘God. Talk about being wide of the mark.’

‘Yeah. Anyway, she’s off travelling now and Susan was wondering why she hadn’t been in touch.’

‘Right.’

Norman got back to peeling the spuds. He didn’t want to say anything yet.

‘Do you still have all them photos on your laptop?’ he said over his shoulder. ‘From the holiday, like?’

‘Yeah, they’re in me room. Do you want to have a look at them?’

‘Sure why not. It’s raining out now. Something to do. I only saw them for a minute when you got back.’

‘Yeah, well they’re in there. Hang on and I’ll get them.’

Aesop yawned.

‘Jesus, is this what we’re reduced to now, is it? A slide show from the holliers? Isn’t the country great? So much more fun than Dublin. I’ve always said it.’

‘Would you rather finish the potatoes?’

‘Peel potatoes? Man, you don’t want me peeling your spuds. You’ll end up with marbles.’

‘So you’ve nothing at all to contribute. And yet here you are … still flapping your gob.’

‘What are we having anyway?’

‘I’m making a curry.’

‘A curry? I’m not great with spicy stuff, Norman.’

‘It won’t be too bad.’

‘What kind of curry?’

‘Beef vindaloo.’

‘Is that a hot one?’

‘Nah. You’ll be fine.’

‘Are you sure, now?’

‘Aesop, what kind of a whinging fucking child are you? It’s only a bit of spice.

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