The King of Cornwall
Euphemia's Brother
And This - 15
enough! jesus christ! enough! stop (STOP!) - that's enough, PLEASE, STOP (this pair of twats in the back of the cab going on about pina bausch) and la la la, human steps, and oooh... amelia, and oooh DV8, and oooh, zooming round the sun at a million miles an hour, or thereabouts... and oooh there's the moon, and there an atmosphere, and oooh there's a swish, and here's a swush, and on and on forever
i'll stop the car, that's what i'll do, go on, get out, sitting in here, talking like that - i'll call the police, i'll call head office, i'll call HQ, that's what i'll do... five-seven (five-seven?) five-seven here, and yes, i'd like to complain, i've got a couple of funny-talkers in the back, what should i do? (the radio crackles, i wait) five-seven? (five-seven...) can you tell if they're homosexuals?
(i reminisce: her name was linda... she once upon a time, a long time ago, in the back of the cab, fucked the pair of them twice in just half an hour, they liked it, she liked it, and, quite frankly, i found it quite exciting as well)
deffo hetero i said, well that's plainly ridiculous said HQ, just delete them (just delete them i said, you can't do that, that's not right) just delete them, move on, get some different passengers, go to some different places, take a different highway, a different byway, etc, etc
five-seven? (five-seven?) this is HQ. we're switching off now. Goodnight.
