“Sorry love; a spent it on a cup of tea and a ham and cheese toasty.’
“Right then I’m off; see you when I get back; he kissed his wife then slipped her twenty pounds on top of what he’d already given her for the food and mortgage money. See if you can win this time pet; my bank balance is gannin’ doon rapidly.’
“She smiled as she watched him get into his van and drive away.’
She no sooner had closed the front door when the phone rang and it was Evie on the phone asking’ if she was gannin to the bingo.’
Aye I’ll see you doon there; but mind I’m not sharing’ if a win.’
“What’s wrong wi ye like.’
“What’s wrong Evie every time yer win it gans straight in yor purse?’ Yer never ask if anyone want’s a drink or owt.’
“Whey my man isn’t a boat owner making thousands of pounds every week.
Hey noo yer listen t me will yer.’
“If it weren’t for wor Eddie yor John would be on the bloody dole so diven’t get all sanctimonious wi me.’ Eddie has the upkeep of that boat and if owt gans wrong then it doesn’t come oot of Johns pocket; it comes oot of my man’s.’
“Whey wor John cannot afford to buy his hoose like you’s have.’
“Yer both would be able to buy yer own hoose if yor John didn’t sit in the boozer pissin’ it aal up the wall.’
“Whey that’s a bit strong noo Dor.’
“It’s the truth; yer cannot tell me that John is going through nearly nine hundred pounds every time he comes yem.
“Nine hundred; the swine told me that he only got four hundred. There was silence for a moment then there was all hell let loose as Evie laid into John with her tongue.
“Doreen hung up.’
Ron Lee and his band Satan’s Claw were practicing in his garage; it was warm in there with a paraffin heater and they opened a can of beer each as Barry Smith tried out a new riff for one of Ron’s new songs. “Hell is an Adventure” had been co written by Ron and Barry Smith. Paul Caffery added a bit of organ in there and Stan Taylor came in with drums. It was shaping up into a good number and one they could use in their new repertoire. They played it through again.
“I’ve been standing at the crossroad
Waitin’ for a chance
Pluckin’ on my six string
With a power overload
The miles I’ve left behind me
The sun upon my back
As I play the devils music
Tryin’ to get on track
Hell is an adventure
As the fire it burns my skin
My soul the devil paid for
At the crossroads for my sin