Summer means blasting out the speakers with the windows down, so here’s a throwback to what is likely to be on my playlist…
It was 5 A:M.
A time that’s either a tad too early or extremely late, depending on your viewpoint. Mine was definitely the latter. I’d already been awake for twenty-two hours and still had around another twelve to go before I could sink into bed. Rhythmically swaying from one foot to another, my mind was as foggy as the surroundings, the only sounds seemingly submerged in a hidden ocean.
To make matters worse, I had an urgent need to brush my teeth. Having realised they were stickily coated in a film of goodness knows what, I frantically began rubbing at each molar with an index finger. It can’t have been a pretty sight: Lips peeled back, I probably looked like a weird, humanised Cheshire Cat!
Best to keep your distance for sure. So imagine my surprise when another grinning face bounced up to me and said…
“Aww, lush man. Absolutely foooking banging innit? You got some? Giz a bit, yeah?
“Excuse me? Give you some…?”
“Sea? I’m afraid I don’t really get what you…”
“Coke, man. Can I ‘ave some of ya Coke?” he asked again, pointing at my mouth.
“Oh, sorry. I’ve only got some water. But you can have the rest if you like.”
“No worries, yeah? ‘Ave a banging night, yeah? I’ll tek ya water like, ta!”