"Robert Rankin - Sex, Drugs & Sausage Rolls" - читать интересную книгу автора (Rankin Robert)

Down came frogs and fancy footwear.

Down came trees and tyres.

Rain dance wizards on the hillsides

Dowsed their pots and fires.

Saying тАШThis is not too clever.

Will this rain go on for ever?тАЩ

Saying тАШBlame the rich land barons. Blame the country squires.тАЩ



Down came dogs and armadillos.

Down came latex goods.

Turnips ripe and avocados.

Full sized Yorkshire puds.

Packets of nice Bourbon bikkies.

Ancient Bobby Charlton pickies.

Ivy Benson tea dispensers, small Red Riding Hoods.



My mum has left the washing out.

She was well peeved.

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The blue sky clouded over and the rain came pissing down.

In his present state of mind it was pretty much all Soap needed. He trudged back down the High Street,
striking out at the rain with a rolled-up copy of the Brentford Mercury.

The Lord had given it to him. Free, gratis and for nothing.

As a sign of good faith. Or something.

The three-inch banner headline had done nothing to raise SoapтАЩs spirits. It readтАШLECTERтАЩ ON THE
LOOSE. Followed by the tasteful subheadтАШKnob-gobbling cannibal psycho-chef evades police