Peem's Deid?

"Aye, one night I caught that fuckin' Peem along the brig wi' a load-y thae bricks, ken thae moneyblock things?", so qouth ma faither. Excerpts frae ma ain 'a voyage roond ma faither' withoot the cameos by a' thae Marcel Ber-lain-a likes. How do you pronounce that? ie the nimm o' the hoary old 'it's a saucy life 'at the bar' guy frae the Guard-jinn? Is it a positively Rabelasian Gallic affair or just another Bernie Tawp-inn glaring disappointment? This is ma search for a life revolving round hundreds of screenings per year of 'Rififi' and maybe the odd one or 2 of 'Zazou Pitts DANS LA METRO' or whatever it's called. A re-evaluation of 'Beaucoups of Blues' has set the tone to it all. I love it. Failures. Have a wank. No card facilities. Big boob hotline. It's behaviour I get away with cause I'm part of the underclass. It's a club of one. There are nae bass playing Jeremy's here. What can I cling to? Noodles and beans. Jaffa Cakes for 75p. References to topics which are way way way beyond rubbed into the ground yet I treat them like I think I'm giving you the low down only from this room with the sounds of the new Black Lace playing loud and clear withoot a stereo. This is one o' his PEETREE DISH EXPEARIMINTS which garnered a' that acclaim. Gerry Hastie had one o' their stickers on his. No it wasnae them at all. I'm supposed to revel in my ordinariness and my inability to forge. I'm dying to use the phrase "And what about the time they called me Mackie?" Adulthood in Ravelston Dykes. Where is it gone and when did Dyke have his teeth done? Affected by the last acts of christian charity. This is my style. What else can there be when you're right here at one wi' yersel? The end of my life. A time for reflection. Picasso's nephew adds grandeur to it. I never liked William Gaunt. Not with a penis like mine. I've been on ma ain. Wearing a spunky housecoat. Fresh new sluts. 4 bowls of muesli. Put on 2 stone. I'm now writing like The Pictish Trail. They would still have hated him at The Ollerton. 'The Cas' is no more. Another thing I want to drop in is that ' I want those in the know to know that I've felt pain in little stabs across the years' even if it's sullied by recourse to a band. A mainstream piece of Jupitus. It seems like there's no meaning to it at all. 'A bad person' not worthy of reassessment. You do move on stage you know? You're a good dancer. Overseas disappearance. No chance. Focus. Absolute. Here's the end. Ginger girl, she called herself 'a boozer' one night, I was only 21 stone at the time. She took me back to her abode and attempted to cook student food while almost completely inebriate. This is the truth- her flatmate worked in construction. "It's not something to which I am suited. To what do you think you are suited? Getting out of here" I did get out of there, down the stairs of the stone built, past awbody's bikes. I went hame. I didn't want to be there. I wanted to be back in the land of 'mess-up and get away with it'. More and more booze. I drank 2 bottles of wine and thought about how others can get away with pretending to be 21 and I couldnae. She was a boozer.