The air pressure alters and the air fills up with artichokes

A smell of piss and sodium, a noise like bitches twisting inwards, caught and left for carrion

Razorlight, razorlight

And

I

Fall.

I don't give a toss about your cover sheets.

I don't give a toss about your time tables.

The next one who calls me a holy tax accountant gets an unsavory hex up the arse. You have the wrong man.

Bloody noise.

I'll be in the pub all morning.

[Let it be known, John Constantine used to be in a band.]

Robin Hood and Little John walking through the forest, laughing back and forth at what the other'un has to say...

[Of course, it was a punk rock band.]

Nothing feels better than when I'm deep up inside you, mate.

You take the bad with the good.

When I put me light too close to the hole you never throw a fit.

You understand if I'm not in the mood to just talk.

Truth is, I'd be lost and cold without you.

Twice the charm innit?

The thought comes out of nowhere, like a bullet carved from madness, and for just an instant I consider ignoring it and walking out of here.

But then I remember I've got a reputation to maintain.

Oh yeah... one other thing, fellas...

Now here's a good day to be out and about.

Remember, luck didn't work for the rabbit.

There you go, lads.

No.