01:33
I'm like, catching the eye. She pulls into the bar alongside me. Brushes her tit off my elbow. Says something to the barman about getting some crisps. My dumb gambit is "You sure that's a good idea?" I read something on about the utter nutritional futility of potato chips, although I didn't say that.
She turns her head, looks down her nose at my pint and says, "Guinness I hear makes your shit stink." I feel bad about myself. She crinkle cuts a salt and vinegar face. I'm thinking, "Don't be such a stuck up cow."
01:53
Ghetto making music thrumps through the night. A couple of Dubskis trot home happy speaking their horse language. They seem like a nice pair of ponies. Probably wondering about the music.
- You hear zat beatski?
- Let's go back and vfind out vhere it's coming from ski?
- You must be craz-ki. Let's get ouvt ov hrre!
09:00
1966 Religious ire drawn as John Lennon makes 'Beatles more popular than Jesus' boast on US radio
10:02
Sometimes I think Irish girls are breathtakingly arrogant. They won't even meet you half-way. By virtue of birth, vaginally enthroned, they can say anything they feel like and don't apologise to nobody for nothing.
19:11
Guy whistling, shouting, buzzing my bell, wearing blue sports apparel. The cops are picking him up now with a blower shouting orders to him from out the patrol car. The rain from Blade Runner.
