Spike Island Page #4

- He hasn't got a date.

- I have.

- Who with?

- Me and Dodge.

Pardon?

We've got a double date

with Lisa and Sally.

- Sally Harris?

- Yeah.

- Since when?

- Since this afternoon.

We've seen Rachel Stone

and Lisa Hughes in Afflecks.

We said we'd meet them

at the gate. With Sally.

No, it's just... Sally said she was

going to be at the sound desk at 7:00.

Left-hand side, facing the stage.

When did she say that?

Today. At the stall.

- She come to see you?

- Yeah.

Well, no. She was shopping with her mam.

We arranged to meet up.

All of us. Don't have to.

Just thought you'd be into it.

Tit-ular, you're a f***ing genius!

Quality! He properly thinks

he might get off with her.

I'm definitely gonna finger someone.

You know what? I'm not all that f***ing

arsed even if I got to settle for Rachel.

Here y'are, Dodge, you could always play

her one of your 85 f***ing love songs.

Every new tune he's working on,

he's written for her.

I think Rachel's lovely.

For f***'s sake, boys, let's not lose

focus at the first sight of fanny.

The most important thing

is seeing the band.

And trying to give them the demo.

Just one last take each to box me

and Tits off on Ten Mile Smile, yeah?

You know what, can we just play

it together then, for once?

I'm forgetting what it's like

to actually be in a band.

Yeah, but we need to do...

Mate, the Roses recorded Resurrection

in one take, for f***'s sake.

Come on!

Oh, another tune

about Sally Harris.

- No, it ain't.

- "Ten Mile Smile"? It's obvious!

It's not. Tits wrote these lyrics.

One, two...

Hearing this? One, two.

...Hello? F***ing hell.

I don't do requests.

One, two, three, four.

Sending me some distant place

On nights when I'm lying awake

Nights when I dream of escape

At times when I'm stunned

And I feel so amazed

She's someone so pure

Something so sure

And I will take my chance

She's got a ten-mile smile

Passion running wild

And I can transcend this whole world

Looking in her eyes

I know that you see what I see

And I'll bring this work

And this world to its knees

Someone so pure

Something so sure

And I will take my chance

She's got a ten-mile smile

Passion running wild

And I can transcend this whole world

Looking in her eyes

Ah, ah, ah, ah

F***ing check us out.

Top bricks on the chimney.

Ten mile high on Ten Mile Smile there.

It was one of them pure moments,

you know what I mean?

It felt like me and me four mates

could take on the world

in a straight one-on-one fist fight

and spark it out.

Got a ten-mile smile

A ten-mile smile

A ten-mile smile

A ten-mile smile

Sh*t! Soz.

F*** me, that was special!

Play the f***er back, then!

All of it! The whole demo!

Whoo!

That was f***ing ace, man!

Sounds like a real band!

Zips, we are a real band.

Got to tell you, Penfold, mate,

you sound f***ing sorted on it.

What are you talking about?

You can't even hear me!

- Bingo!

- It's not perfect, though.

Yeah, it is.

See! Nice one, lads.

What the f*** do these two know, anyway?

We know that you're the best band

on the Red Bricks.

- What about The Palaver?

- Don't rate 'em.

They think they're the Mondays,

but they're wank.

Tell 'em what we call 'em, Jay.

The Baggy Undies.

Anyway, what kind of name is The Palaver?

Who names a group after a fruit meringue?

The guitarist's sh*t and all.

He only knows three chords.

Right then, we're taking it with us.

Do you seriously think

we can give it to the Roses?

I seriously think we can try, yeah.

Where is Spike Island, anyway?

It's near Widnes, innit?

- Where's that?

- Near Liverpool, innit?

- Where's that?

- About 30-odd miles up the East Lancs Road.

Where's the East Lancs Road?

Right, this could easily go on all night.

How are we gonna get there?

- I could drive.

- Drive what?

Herd of cattle. A f***ing

car, you bell-end.

I've got a better idea. Follow me.

- I'm not driving that.

- Yeah, you are.

It's perfect. It's so

cognito, it's incognito.

It's what?

Gary! Look sharp!

What's up, Mum?

The hospital.

At this time?

- Come with me, he'll want you.

- But, Mum...

Is Ste there?

- Our Steven?

- Yeah.

No, of course not. Why?

Didn't even know he was in the country.

He got back yesterday.

Where is he now?

Don't know.

Find him and bring him to me.

I want you both close.

For how long?

What do you mean, "for how long"?

It's just, you know, Spike Island!

What, the Guns N' Roses concert?

No, you can't go!

- But I've been waiting months to go...

- Things change!

- But you said I could go!

- It don't matter what I said!

That was before.

Before what?

Just find your brother.

Soon!

All right, Tits?

All right, Carlos?

What the f***, Ste?

What?

I got your message. I'm on it.

I was coming to see you.

- What about me dad?

- Yeah, I know.

It's just, I've been running round

like a dick all day

trying to sort you a guest list out.

Anyway, I think I've boxed it off.

Worst comes to worst,

I'll just word up security when I get there.

But you're deffo in.

What're you f***ing staring at?

Over here.

I can't do it. All right?

F***ing hospitals and that.

I can't see him like that, Tits.

It's too hard, mate.

What, you think it's easy for me?

Going up there every day,

watching it eat him?

It's not, mate.

It's the hardest thing in the world.

But you need to get down there now.

Right.

How long are you staying, Ste?

I'll just bang this pint down.

No, I mean in Manchester. Are you back?

Here you are, girls. For food and that.

Be good. Try not to wind her up, yeah?

I love you both.

What's going on?

Never mind that.

Come on, out the way, knobhead!

Where is it?

Dad? I left it to dry on the radiator.

I need my T-shirt.

I'm going to Spike Island.

No. I'm going to be taking orders

from twats for the rest of my life.

I'm not taking any more from you.

I don't want you to go.

Dad, I know you're not well,

and I love you and all,

but if you don't get out of my way now, I

swear to God I'll bite your f***ing nose off!

I'm sorry, Dad.

Why? What've you done?

Nowt. Just...

Getting off? Don't worry about me.

- But...

- Your mam still here?

- Yeah. She's asleep.

- I'll be all right, then.

Go on.

Have a good day.

- I don't have to.

- Yeah, you do.

- Dad...

- Don't say it, son.

There's no need.

I'm going nowhere. Promise.

I love you, Dad.

Here he is.

- Here he is.

- I overslept.

- You're a knob.

- No, I'm not. F*** you.

Where the f*** have you been?

I met with our Ste.

Had a bit of a mad night. Soz.

You absolute f***ing wanker.

- But he's got us on the guest list.

- You absolute f***ing diamond.

Come on.

Where's your Roses tee?

It was still wet.

Mate, look, you've got dog sh*t

all over your trousers, lad. You have!

Zip!

Come on, then.

- Stick that on, then.

- F*** him.

- Are you sure?

Sh*t, he's in there, I can hear him.

I can f***ing smell him.

What the f*** do we do now?

Has anyone seen E. T.?

F*** off!

F***ing pants!

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