‘Bloody fools!’ Joe
concluded. ‘Them, and hippies, yippies, snobs, drop-outs, protesters,
shop-stewards, bus conductors, manual labourers, desk-jockeys, soldiers,
shopkeepers, fuzz, skinheads, Hell’s Angels ... the bleedin’ lot! All stupid.
All bastards.’
Finishing his drink, Joe pushed past the girl. She exuded some exotic scent which assailed his nostrils like a joss-stick would an opium-hater. He was glad to gulp London’s polluted air and smell the fumes belching from passing lorries.
It was late when he made his decision about the future. He would sign on the Labour, apply for a Social Security hand-out and do a bit of queer-bashing on the side. Totter could go boil in his senile juices. Much as he wanted to get revenge he did not see any way of getting even without having the fuzz clanging doors on him again. And that he was determined to avoid. He liked his freedom to pursue his solitary campaign against all humanity too much to give the law another opportunity to remove him from society’s playground.
Finishing his drink, Joe pushed past the girl. She exuded some exotic scent which assailed his nostrils like a joss-stick would an opium-hater. He was glad to gulp London’s polluted air and smell the fumes belching from passing lorries.
It was late when he made his decision about the future. He would sign on the Labour, apply for a Social Security hand-out and do a bit of queer-bashing on the side. Totter could go boil in his senile juices. Much as he wanted to get revenge he did not see any way of getting even without having the fuzz clanging doors on him again. And that he was determined to avoid. He liked his freedom to pursue his solitary campaign against all humanity too much to give the law another opportunity to remove him from society’s playground.
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