Chocolate - Tindersticks
It had been the perfect Friday afternoon
The job was almost done
The house we were decorating was owned by a little old man
Forever in the same three piece suit
He'd probabbly had since he was demobbed
He seemed to be forever on his way to the post office
Carrying brown paper ansd string wrapped parcels under his arm
He'd bring us out china cups of camp coffee
And plates of custard cream biscuits
The house had belonged to his parents
Who had both passed away within weeks of each other
A few years back
They were the only people he had ever lived with
This was the only house he had ever lived in
I wondered what would happen to the house when he's gone
It was a short walk to my bedsit
Once a similar house to the old man's
now broken into lots of single room accomodation
It also once had a great garden like his
Now occupied by one-storey modern block building
Containing the dentist and chiropodist
In my room was an electric cooker
Which I only used in winter to keep warm
Next to that was a sink with a glass shelf above it
on which was a toothbrush and carton of marlboro's
There was a table with a chair in one corner
A single bed in the other
And about four sq ft in the middle
There was a wooden drawer
Under the bed with most of my clothes in
The rest was over the back of the chair
I had a record player on a table
And boxes of records underneath
The bathroom for the first
And the second floor was opposite my room
It had a meter for the water
Which took two 50pence pieces
You'd have to wait half an hour for the water to heat up
And keep an eye on the door
In case some sod pinched your bath
There was one toilet upstairs and one outside
But no one used the outside one anymore
So it was where the local prostitutes would take their clients for a quickie
I'd spend as little time as I could in my room
My skin was still warm and soft from the bath as I walked into town
So I was sat on my usual bar stool in my usual pub by 6 30
The usual twelve or so regulars in at this time of the evening
Nice and relaxed before the post 8 00 crush
We'd crowd around the tiny bar then pool tables
The house rule for fool was winner stays on
You'd chalk your name on the balckboard
And wait your turn
The challenger would pay for the game
So if you were good
You 'd play all night
Tonight I was great
She walked into the pool room just as I potted the black
The next name on the list
Bent down to the slot on the table and put coins in
I was used to seeing her surrounded by burgundy flocked wallpaper
And red velvet upholstery in the sunday night pub around the corner;
She looked different stood here in the pool room
She looked good she was looking at me
I ended the game as quickly as I could
Without losing badly and stood near her
"Would you like a drink " she asked
"I get them What do you want " I replied
"The same as you're having" she said
The great thing about being a regular
When the bars turned deep is it only takes a raised eyebrow
And a couple of nods
And two bottles of Holster Pils had been passed over people's heads to you
We did the pool room dance for a while
Moving to" excuse me"'s bending around elbows
And pool cues until we decided to move on
It was too early to go to the club
So we went around the corner to the Sunday night pub
It was still quite busy on a Friday night
Full of couples and students
It had a reputation as a gay bar
Probably why the students came in to feel safe
She was my dream we drank pernod and blacks
Talked about John Barry Ford Cortinas (she preferred the Mark 3)
what was best: gel or Brylcream I preferred the Brylcream
She even agreed On Her Majesty's Secret Service was the best Bond film
If you accept it as a whole
And not just get hung up about George Lazenby
She smoked Silkcuts
She didn't mind Marlboros
But we both had a fondness for Old Port cigars
We moved down to the club
Upstairs for a couple of onion bhajis
Went down to the quiet bar near the dance floors
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