nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry
class
The Hatton geezer (fuck off) reminds me of this old failed actor who I'd met at a party a few years ago, another man out of time and out of place. This actor had scored a minor role in Lock, Stock and Two Smoking Barrels and never really let go of it, had gone on to build his whole identity around it. I can't really blame him.
After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting
Another Frenchman pushes through the crowd to join him. He's an events
organiser who I'd met earlier, and he's holding a large box wrapped in a bin
bag. They're the fireworks he'd smuggled in from France the night before.
They're Industrial Grade, whatever that means for fireworks.
