balls between acts and I don’t know how often they changethem, it’s not like fucking Wimbledon.
Aye sure the whole place is fucked in the head, you get pestered constantly. I was thinking of carrying three Polaroids round in my pocket, one of me wearing a suit that was three times too big with the arm hanging off of it, one of me puking my guts up in a gutter somewhere and the third one of my knob after I’d given it a good aul going over with a wire brush. That way when I get stopped in the street for the five-thousandth time by some Thai cunt offering me one of their essential services I could show him the photos and say, already bought it ate it caught it, get away to fuck.
Olly was keen to make some money so he called yon Mr Carson fella and set up a meet. He had to contact him through some pissy wee travel agency, it must of been a front or something. I didn’t like going in to those sorts of things without being tooled up but there wasn’t time to sort something out, the best I could do was to buy an aul flick knife from some dodgy fucker down the market. What’s that for, Olly says, making sandwiches, I goes, we’ll not be needing that, he says, aye well better safe than sorry, I goes, sure I’ve no idea what you’re getting us into here. We’ll be all right, Olly says, I’ve had friends work for him before.
I clocked the Rolex on this Carson cunt as soon as he shook my hand. He was wearing a dead nice shirt open at the neck with cufflinks and everything and a wee gold necklace, he’d obviously had a haircut quite recent like sure he was well presented no doubt about it he lookedthe real deal though you can’t tell in places like the Thailand where there’s so much fake gear going around. We met him in this café in the south of the city, it took us a while getting there and we were the only white people on the bus, obviously westerners never went to that part it was all office buildings and what have ye. The café was quite nice, there was other businessmen sitting around talking dead quiet and the owner obviously knew this Mr Carson ‘cos he gave us a table in the corner quite cosy for having a serious aul yarn, the whole thing reminded me of doing deals back home except I’d no piece on me this time. Olly was a bit nervous and over-enthusiastic, I was glad I was there just to watch his back sure there were two fellas sitting smoking cigarettes at another table looking over at us from behind their mirrored sunglasses. I knew straightaway they must of been Carson’s goons keeping an eye on proceedings, Olly was so worked up he never even noticed them.
Carson ordered coffee for the three of us and gave me a good looking-over all smiles. So you are seeking work I believe, he goes.
I let Olly do the talking seeing as it was his gig, he mentioned one of his pals who’d escorted fellas from the Middle East into Japan and how highly he’d spoken of Mr Carson and all that sort of blather, yer man Carson just sat there quietly nodding and Olly says to him we wouldn’t mind doing something similar but Carson waved his hand and goes, I have a better job than that for you if you are interested.
More money? Olly goes.
Much more, what is the country of origin on your passport?
French, Olly says, and his is UK. That is fine, Carson says, here is what I propose. He had a dead soft accent and his English was good in that menacing sort of polite Singapore way. I will fly you both to Europe and you will be met there by two associates of mine from Pakistan. They will have around twenty passports for each of you. Each passport will be in a different name but will have your photograph. They will also have approximately ten thousand dollars US in traveller’s cheques corresponding to the names on the passports, a total of two hundred thousand dollars each. You will spend one month with these men travelling around Europe cashing the cheques, in every country except your home. You will hand the money to my
Aye sure the whole place is fucked in the head, you get pestered constantly. I was thinking of carrying three Polaroids round in my pocket, one of me wearing a suit that was three times too big with the arm hanging off of it, one of me puking my guts up in a gutter somewhere and the third one of my knob after I’d given it a good aul going over with a wire brush. That way when I get stopped in the street for the five-thousandth time by some Thai cunt offering me one of their essential services I could show him the photos and say, already bought it ate it caught it, get away to fuck.
Olly was keen to make some money so he called yon Mr Carson fella and set up a meet. He had to contact him through some pissy wee travel agency, it must of been a front or something. I didn’t like going in to those sorts of things without being tooled up but there wasn’t time to sort something out, the best I could do was to buy an aul flick knife from some dodgy fucker down the market. What’s that for, Olly says, making sandwiches, I goes, we’ll not be needing that, he says, aye well better safe than sorry, I goes, sure I’ve no idea what you’re getting us into here. We’ll be all right, Olly says, I’ve had friends work for him before.
I clocked the Rolex on this Carson cunt as soon as he shook my hand. He was wearing a dead nice shirt open at the neck with cufflinks and everything and a wee gold necklace, he’d obviously had a haircut quite recent like sure he was well presented no doubt about it he lookedthe real deal though you can’t tell in places like the Thailand where there’s so much fake gear going around. We met him in this café in the south of the city, it took us a while getting there and we were the only white people on the bus, obviously westerners never went to that part it was all office buildings and what have ye. The café was quite nice, there was other businessmen sitting around talking dead quiet and the owner obviously knew this Mr Carson ‘cos he gave us a table in the corner quite cosy for having a serious aul yarn, the whole thing reminded me of doing deals back home except I’d no piece on me this time. Olly was a bit nervous and over-enthusiastic, I was glad I was there just to watch his back sure there were two fellas sitting smoking cigarettes at another table looking over at us from behind their mirrored sunglasses. I knew straightaway they must of been Carson’s goons keeping an eye on proceedings, Olly was so worked up he never even noticed them.
Carson ordered coffee for the three of us and gave me a good looking-over all smiles. So you are seeking work I believe, he goes.
I let Olly do the talking seeing as it was his gig, he mentioned one of his pals who’d escorted fellas from the Middle East into Japan and how highly he’d spoken of Mr Carson and all that sort of blather, yer man Carson just sat there quietly nodding and Olly says to him we wouldn’t mind doing something similar but Carson waved his hand and goes, I have a better job than that for you if you are interested.
More money? Olly goes.
Much more, what is the country of origin on your passport?
French, Olly says, and his is UK. That is fine, Carson says, here is what I propose. He had a dead soft accent and his English was good in that menacing sort of polite Singapore way. I will fly you both to Europe and you will be met there by two associates of mine from Pakistan. They will have around twenty passports for each of you. Each passport will be in a different name but will have your photograph. They will also have approximately ten thousand dollars US in traveller’s cheques corresponding to the names on the passports, a total of two hundred thousand dollars each. You will spend one month with these men travelling around Europe cashing the cheques, in every country except your home. You will hand the money to my
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