that bloody mornin he woke me up with two guns pointing intae my face. he was shaking behind his eyes, so much fury barbed his lovin. "which one d'yae want?" he spat, defying me not to care. stalemate for a second beckoned us on "go on shoot me" i said "my head aches and i don't give a fuck........you'd never get away with it anyway lover, not once the dogs start sniffin' ther'd be a trail of crumbs so big you'd see them from the moon---- fuck's sake you know you don't mean it c'mon let's get some scran......... an' i can't believe you keep your tools buried in your ma's back yard, i think somewhere inside her she knows".