Do you kno Bletc, you knoy otly like it.
You knos fester all over ter suburbs. Altle semi-detaco 212 and ours is 191—as mucucco front, ted gate, t door. tles, t pery some anti-social type ead of green.
t sticky feeling round my neck me into a demoralized kind of mood. It’s curious gets you doo icky neck. It seems to take all t of you, like myself t morning. It as if I could stand at a distance and c, red face and my false teetleman. Even if you sa tely—not, per I t I out or salesman. tically tribe. Grey , a bit t costing fifty s, and no gloves. And I’ve got t’s peculiar to people moments, or outing vacuum cleaners, but at ordinary times you’d place me correctly. ‘Five to ten quid a at the average level of Ellesmere Road.
I reet pretty muco myself. to catcoves. ime to look about you, and mood, it’s a t makes you laugo reets in ter suburbs and to t go on ter all, a prison acorture-ctle five-to-ten- pound-a-ing ail and mare and t of rot talked about t so sorry for t t in every one of ttle stucco boxes tard ttom of a him.
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I turned do into treet. train to London at 10.14. I passing tal note I’d made t morning to buy a packet of razor-blades. to ter tever itle is, many people in t t imes if you go in just after opening-time you see all t to get to trim for tores from branco branco ginger ttle devil, under-sized, ac pounced on sometake in tly, and was going for h a voice like a circular saw.
‘ count it! COURSE you couldn’t. too mucrouble, t’d be. ho, no!’
Before I could stop myself I’d caug so nice for o middle-aged bloke ook urned aended to be interested in some stuff at t counter, curtain rings or someto urn a back at you, like a dragon-fly.
‘COURSE you couldn’t count it! Doesn’t matter to YOU if . Doesn’t matter at all. ’s to YOU? Couldn’t ask YOU to go to trouble of counting it properly. ters ‘ere ‘cept YOUR convenience. You don’t t others, do you?’
t on for about five minutes in a voice you could turning ao make ing back to fart t eig, of moony face, t t any tting into ters ending not to iff-built little devil, t of cock-sparroype of man t sticks out and puts tails—type t’d be a sergeant-major only t tall enougice en ticking ac into o scream at ter. And the girl all pink and wriggling.
Finally rutted off like an admiral on ter-deck, and I came up to ter for my razor-blades. t of it for my benefit s to pretend t not on tandoffisance attitude t a so keep up omers. o act te after I’d seen ill pink and rembling. I asked arted fumbling in tray. ttle devil of a floor-manager turned our bot o begin again. t sees t s me out of t because I’d seen ed me like the devil. Queer!
I cleared out and it? I t’s t of t sometimes serves me at tore grocery . A great y lump of ty, to be e jacket, bent double across ter, rubbing ogetrue, sir! Pleasant ime of t can I ting you today, sir?’ practically asking you to kick omer is al you mig inence and get o kno one of t. It’s our element. Everyone t isn’t scared stiff of losing iff of ing crossed my mind t t little bastard ac more scared for a family to support. And per s on acoken you never read about a Spanisor or one of t being told t in private life of ed to ame canary, and so forth.
t ter er me as I out of ted me because of he floor- manager.