Spring comes to Birmingham. Birmingham decides to take no notice. At least in that part of Brum where lurks the club know Bonny Rockers it does. Lucky Eric, Jimmy The Con, and Lobster Ron are on the door. The neon of the club sign above their heads is on the blink again, so that tonight Bonny Rockers reads Bon*** **kers.
“That Bono,” Ron is saying, “he was a smashing bloke. One time we were playing this club down the Smoke with ‘em and the Sex Pistols
suddenly barge into the dressing room. Well Cook and Jones, anyway. So Bono says to me –”
“Give it a break, Ron. For fucks sakes.” Jimmy The Con says.
“ – give it a break Ro – no, look...” Ron says and then sighs heavily.
“Pity the next punter gives old Ron any lip.” Lucky Eric says.
They stand and smoke watching the traffic play pedestrian roulette.
“Any news about your training scheme idea?” Ron asks
“Got all the paperwork in last month.” Lucky Eric says.
“Management are keen. Well, once I pointed out they’d be getting a
government subsidy, they were.”
“Yids.” Jimmy The Con says and spits at and misses a pigeon.
“Will you give it a rest Jimmy. Besides, they’re Indian now, the new owners. Or Arabs. Something like that.”
“Same thing.” Jimmy The Con says.
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