"Nicholls, David - Starter for Ten" - читать интересную книгу автора (Nicholls David)

'Why? Because you say they rule?'

'No, because they were a massively influential and important
band.'

'They're singing about pixies, Tony. It's embarrassing . . .'

'Not pixies . . .'

'Elves then,' I say.

'It's not just pixies and elves, it's Tolkien, it's literature . . .'
Tone loves that stuff; books with maps in the front, and cover
illustrations of big, scary women in chain-mail underwear,
holding broad-swords, the kind of woman that, in an ideal
world, he'd marry. Which, in Southend, is actually a lot more
feasible than you'd think.

'What's the difference between a pixie and an elf anyway?'
asks Spencer.

'Dunno. Ask Jackson, he's the cunt with the qualifications.'

The dunno, Tone,' I say.

The guitar solo has kicked in and Spencer's wincing now.
'Does it ever end or does it just go on and on and on and
on . . .'

'It's seven minutes, thirty-two seconds of pure genius.'

'Pure torture,' I say. 'Why's it always your choice, anyway?'

'Because it's my ghetto-blaster . . .'

'Which you nicked. Technically, it still belongs to Currys.'

'Yeah, but I buy the batteries . . .'

'No, you nick the batteries . . .'

'Not these, I bought these.'

'So how much were the batteries then?'

'One pound ninety-eight.'
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