Monthly Archives: March 2010

74. A doffer you can’t refuse…

Tuesday, wrote Mister Kipling, was really fucking boring. I’d been up since five. At work for six. Started doing some work at seven fifty five. Now it was ten. I’d had four cups of tea, one bacon sandwich, a walk … Continue reading

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73. Puppet on a Thing.

It’s never easy being the new boy. Even the most civilised office space can feel daunting to the fresh meat. Factories are another level again. They can be seriously scary. When customers are given the guided tour of the print … Continue reading

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72. Work Experience

“Crisps, Lucifer?” “Yeah, go on then, J-Dogg. Ready salted.” “That’s dull. Not beefy, or prawn cocktail?” “Truth is, I’m a dull person. Ready salted, all the way.” “Fair do’s. What you drinking?” “I’ll have a pint of bitter.” “Bitter? It’s … Continue reading

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71. Brief Encounter.

“What do you want, Lucifer? Can’t you see I’m rushed off my fucking feet?” “Hi Bear. I’m looking Spiderman. Is he here?” “Can you see him? Does it look like he’s here?” “Erm… no.” “Exactly. Now fuck off and let … Continue reading

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70. The Car Chase.

I can drive but I don’t. I ride a bike. I used to take buses but I don’t anymore. Too unreliable, dirty, full of nutters. Cars cost a bomb. Riding a bike is free. I ride a bike. I started … Continue reading

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