The home town of the lads is small but cozy, ‘it has its shit holes like everywhere but there isn’t really a rough bit, apart from were that tramp was kicked to death’. Bertie adds ‘you see he wasn’t one of ours, not under our management, we offered protection but he didn’t want it, so he had to go.’ As I look over a Skinny Boy in horror I see him holding a laugh in. I have been had. It would appear that the humor goes wherever they do, be it the work, the pub or even the chip shop it is with them always.
‘You see,’ says Bertie as he pulls in to park ‘I have this draw at home full of ideas like story’s and sketch’s and that but as the saying goes ‘don’t do today what you can put of till tomorrow’ and I live by that. You can always find an excuse to delay things to the last minute’. He gets out the car and I follow. As skinny boy is walking he is making drum sounds out loud to himself. Here I am walking with the mONKEYs fOREHEAd and hearing uncut tunes from one of the masters, I had to ask ‘is that one of yours?’
‘No it’s Orbital’ his reply was disappointing. I had to find out the inspiration, were it all comes from, to hear it first hand from the boys themselves. I picked my moment as we crossed the road, but at this point Bertie trips on the curb of the pavement and Skinny Boy bursts in to hilarity. My moment was gone as all the way back to Skinny’s house they laughed and reminisced of previous times they each fell. I started to feel like destiny was holding me back. Was I ever going to break in to this duo for the past, present and future of their history only time would tell and with an expenses form I knew that to get to the heart and soul I had to get them to the pub, a task I found unsurprisingly easy.
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