I balled down the frog and toad in my Barack Obamas to nip in the offy.
“Usual please, Bossman.”
He got a box of rags and an aristotle of Oddie off the shelf behind him and a #5 scratchy out the deck.
“And a Jack The Ripper as well, Boss.”
“Anything that can cook a Jeremiah.”
“I’ll pick a goodun for ya,” he said.
Most of the fighters had starkers puddings or daffy plugs or footy badges on them. I didn’t give a flying fuck what the fighter looked like as long as it Captain Kirk’d.
He goes, “‘Ere we are!” and gave me a green one with a shamrock and a ladybird on it.
“Cheers,” I went, while having a butcher’s for a nugget in the sky rocket of my Hackett.
“I’ve given you that one cos you gotta stay lucky out there and cos you’re a top bird.”
I thought I was gonna pipe my eyes out:
I’ve always been a lady but never a bird. Now I’m a bird. A top bird. A ladybird.
I walked down the road in my pyjamas to go to the shop.
“The usual please, Sir.”
He got a packet of cigarettes and a bottle of vodka from the shelf behind him, and a number 5 scratch card from the roll.
“Oh and a Clipper please.”
“Which one you want?”
“Any one that is capable of making fire.”
“Ok, ok, I will choose good one for you,” he said.
Most of the lighters had naked women or silly slogans or football crests printed on them. I really wasn’t bothered about the design on the lighter in the slightest as long as it worked.
He said, “Aha!” and gave me a bright green one with a four leaf clover and a cartoon ladybird printed on it.
“Thanks,” I said while searching for a pound coin in the pocket of my jacket.
“I give it to you because I hope your life will be lucky and because you are very nice lady.”
I could’ve cried:
I’ve always been someone’s bird but never someone’s lady. Now I am a lady. A very nice lady. A ladybird.
Inspired by this scene in Lock, Stock and Two Smoking Barrels (1998): https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=73d6h_go7QI