Tag Archives: Fucking Amazing Dave

194. The Gear Hunter

It is midday and I want a cigarette. I don’t smoke cigarettes. I might have mentioned it before, how I sometimes crave things I’ve not had in a long time, things like Walker’s Spicy Tomato flavour Snaps, Ice Pops, anal … Continue reading

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174. Desert Island Dicks

“There’s an awful lot of shite on the telly these days, Luci. An awful lot of shite.” Fucking Amazing Dave carefully hauls the tea-sodden chocolate Digestive from his mug and skillfully flops it into his mouth. His eyes roll in … Continue reading

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167. A Horsey Tale

I’m looking in all the secret places, the hidden places, places behind machines and electrical cabinets that hum with horrible energy, behind thundering generators and hissing pipes, behind the stink of hot metal and old grease, behind paper dust and … Continue reading

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154. Shorn Shank Redemption.

I say, “Penny for your thoughts, Dave?” Fucking Amazing Dave looks thoughtful. He’s not your quintessential deep thinker, to be fair, although he has moments of blinding revelation and insight. Those who live a life less ordinary can often impart … Continue reading

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149. Underhand Lob

Here he comes, rocking a straw sombrero and a pair of knock-off Ray Bans, pulling a pallet of paper that defies gravity at every corner, his demeanor defiant, shouting ‘pal’ and ‘mate’ and ‘cunt’ at everyone with the same split-melon … Continue reading

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144. The Grind

I’m looking at the dust streaked screen of a primitive computer, half listening to Soulless Boss. “Press that. No, not that. That. Yes. Now click there there and there. No not there, THERE, for fuck’s sake! Select the paper. No, … Continue reading

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132. Clock Springs

Hey Dave. What you doing? Drawing. Yeah? I didn’t know you could draw. There’s a lot you don’t know about me, Luci. I’m a man of many talents. I have no doubt about that whatsoever. You draw a lot? Yeah, … Continue reading

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