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The Lazy Hoop is the
only coffee bar in the entire market. It's not a cafe, not a place where the
market people go themselves, but a smart, dolled-up little place with a juke
box and frothy coffee and plastic table tops. Students go there, sixth-formers
on their way home from school, huddles of black leather boys come in to play a
few records, a few men who go to see if they can't pick up some nice, juicy
schoolgirl. He buys himself a coffee and sits down. The record on the jukebox
plays too loud, a hoarse voice droning: 'Baby, keep your big mouth shut,' the
guitars racing along behind like a cavalry charge. Laurie sits beside a group
of five or six students, puts brown sugar in his cup, fiddles with the spoon.
The students are talking about parties, nights when there were flower vases at
the end of the hall for the men to piss into, nights when beat poets stood up
on tables and declaimed, when there was a woman who had her head shaved bald
... what a rave! What a rave! Three boys and two women there are, and all of
them shrieking with their laughter, lurching forward and back over the tables.
Laurie takes time off to wonder in a vague way if he was ever the same, if this
chatter could ever have raised even a grin in him.
can you please re-post this nik cohn book thnx.
ReplyDeleteAnon,
DeleteHave just put a new link up in the main post ^^^.
all the best,
Johnny