The Commitments (b-1) by Roddy Doyle

Author:Roddy Doyle [Doyle, Roddy]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: prose_contemporary
ISBN: 0679721746
Publisher: Knopf Publishing Group
Published: 1989-10-24T04:00:00+00:00

* * *

Deco had bought his suit. He bought the shirt and bow on the Thursday before the gig. The other Commitments managed to get into town to hire their suits.

Joey The Lips got one of his dress suits dry-cleaned. Dean crawled in under his bed and found the one he’d flung under there. He soaked the jacket till the muck was nearly all gone. Then he brought it down to the cleaners.

Black shoes were polished or bought or borrowed.

* * *

Friday was a dress rehearsal.

Joey The Lips was already dressed when The Commitments got there.

–Oh my Jaysis, Joey, wha’! said Outspan.

–Yeh look like Dickie Davis, said Dean.

–I don’t know the dude, said Joey The Lips.—But I accept the compliment. Thank you, Brother.

–Yeh look gorgeous, Joey, said Imelda.

–Joey? said Outspan.—How do yeh get your hankie to go like tha’? I can’t get mine like tha’.

Joey The Lips let the girls into the kitchen to change. The lads changed in the garage. There was a lot of slagging of underpants and so on. None of them played football so it was a good while since they’d dressed in this way. They enjoyed it.

–Jaysis, look at those skid marks.

–Fuck off.

–Come here till I ride yeh, yeh lovely young fella, yeh.

–Fuck off, will yeh.

–Where’s it gone? said Outspan.

–Wha’?

–Me knob.—I could’ve sworn I tucked it into me sock before I came ou’.

James joined in the crack too.

–Do yeh know wha’ the Latin is for tha’ weapon yeh have on yeh there?

The small door to the kitchen was knocked.

–Can we come in? Imelda asked.

The lads cheered, and thumped and kicked each other.

Deco cupped his crotch in both hands (although one could have done) and roared:—I’ve a bugle here yeh can blow on, ’melda.

–Fuck yourself, Natalie roared.

–Jaysis, Cuffe, take it easy. For fuck sake!

–I’ve an arse here yeh can kiss, Imelda shouted back from behind the door.—Can we come in?

–No.

–Enter, Sisters.

–Well, we’re comin’.

Deco cheered.

Imelda was first (—Good fuck!), then Natalie (—Fair fuckin’ play to yis, girls), then Bernie.

–I’m scarleh, said Bernie.

The girls were stunning; very tight black skirts to just above the knee with an extension at the back so they could walk, black sleeveless tops, hair held up, except the fringe, as near to the Ronettes as they could manage, black high heels, loads of black eye shadow, very red lipstick.

They were blushing.

Joey The Lips applauded.

Jimmy spoke.—Well, as James says, It don’t mean nothin’ without a woman or a girl.

–I never said tha’, said James.

–James Brown, yeh dick.

The girls admired the suits. There was lots of giggling and redners.

Joey The Lips did their breast pocket hankies for them.

One of Billy’s trouser legs was longer than the other.

–Ah, fuck tha’, he said.

He looked very disappointed.

–You’ll be behind the drums.

–They’ll still see me legs.

–I’ll fix it up for yeh tomorrow, said Natalie.

–Will yeh?—Thanks.

They played better in the suits. They were more careful, and considerate. Deco’s suit seemed to pin him more to one spot. This was good. In his track-suit he hopped around the garage and got in the way and on the nerves.

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