Ye cannay feel too bad fer Sammy...

I mean sure, poor fucking bastard’s trapped in a broken down body on account of his fucking sudden blindness and maybe that’s supposed to be a fucking stand in for the fucking broken down fucking economic system that’s left the poor cunt by te side of the fucking motorway like but for fuck’s sake man he’s brought it on his own fucking self, know what I mean

I mean why couldnay he jus get a fucking job like every other poor bastard out there slavin fer a wage? Why does he hafta doss about all day? What’s so fucking special about him? Well, first off he’s not jus relyin’ on the fucking mercy of others, he’s gone and blagged all them shirts but now he’s in the shit or maybe jus too fucking lazy to flog ‘em directly to the punters but he cannay even be fucked to fence ‘em. Tam doesnay wanta talk to the poor fucking bastard because he thinks he put the fucking wire on him. Jus goes te show that no fucking cunt, no even his “known associates” as the fucking soldjers like te call ‘em trus the fucking bastard

The one fucking thing ye can trust Sammy with though is te be a fucking lazy git. Bastard sez he likes a good drink but fer most of te book he cannay even be bothered te get in a few fucking tins of superlager let alone go all te way to the fucking boozer fer a few pints. I mean sure, Sammy sure seems te know his way around a boozer, he seems te know his way around the whole fucking town using this or that fucking boozer as landmarks but there’s still something off about his fucking story that he’s missing te whole fucking Saturday. I mean ye cannay trust the cunt. Maybe on the Saturday was when he blagged the fucking shirts but he’s no gony tell any fucking cunt is he?

Who fucking knows what he done? I mean the fucking bastard doesnay ever shut up he jus keeps running on with what seems like every thought that pops inta his fucking head but who really knows in te end, fucking bastard could be holding back from us jus like he’s holding back from the polis. Fucking bastard did show at the end that fucking lazy as he fucking is he can be a cagey fucking cunt when he wants to be. I mean he fucking masterminded that whole fucking getaway with all the running about town calling up minicabs and leaving a false fucking trail to throw off any cunt that might try to fucking follow him.

Fucking follow him. Who’s gony fucking do that? Helen? She’s no gony follow him, I mean where the hell’s she been all fucking week? Either she’s jus gone and fukt off and is better fer no having Sammy around. Or they maybe did have huge fucking row and he really cannay remember because of being on the pish or maybe he fucking killed her and that’s what he willnay say about where the fuck he was on the Saturday. I mean either he fucking killed her or he’s jus about as fucking lazy as they come because he doesnay ever make any move te try te find her like. He doesnay even try te make a call down the pub, I mean he does finally go the one night but he doesnay try too hard. Fucking fuck man, he probably didnay kill her I mean that would take a real fucking effort that would and Sammy cannay be fucked to put out that kinda effort most of the time. I mean it takes him fucking days to finally take a fucking bath, he cannay ever be bothered te ever fucking make it down the pub te even get a few pints, no even on a fucking Friday night. It’s probably no his fucking fault though. Bein lazy probably jus runs in his genes I mean how fucking lazy was his Ma, she couldnay even come up with two fucking names for the poor bastrd and had te use fucking Sammy Samuels.

Sammy’s got a real fucking blanketing fuckin’ fear of fucking authority, like a real fuckin contempt like, know what I mean

I mean poor fucking bastard likely lernt to be feart of the the fucking guards while he was in the poky but he werenay in there for nothing he didnay do to himself, it wasnay like no fucking cunt put the wire on him, he jus wasnay clever enough te get away with what he done. It wasnay as if it were no fucking isolated incident neither. 11 fucking years isnay no fucking joke but even still it wasnay like he got out the fucking poky and set his stupit life to rights, he was back in the fucking poky more than one more fucking time after te first one.

Poor fucking bastard calls the polis soldjers all the time and jus shows how he sees all authority the same. I mean it’s a fucking overreaction to call the polis soldjers but he jus sees all fucking uniforms the same. Mind you theres some authority that’s no all bad, I mean every other week he gets his comp down the DSS office and those cunts in there are fucking bastards but at least they’re givin him a handout. Sammy’s a lazy fucking bastard but at least he can appreciate it when some cunts tryin to give him a fucking handout

Fucking handouts always are comin to Sammy and he’s no so stupit that he says nay. I mean at first he tries to turn fucking offers down but in the end he always takes the fucking handout, I mean why wouldnay he take it. When Boab wants to paint the fucking stick nice and gleaming white, Sammy tries to say nay thanks to te offer but in the end he laets the poor cunt do it for him. Fucking cunts always wanting to do things for him

Fucking even the bastard Ally offers ta do the washing up and Sammy says nay te the offer, he’ll fucking do it himself. But what fucking cunt does the washing up in the end? It’s fucking Ally does it isnay it.

It’s a good job fucking Ally did the washing up as well, at least he had clean cups te make a cuppa fer Peter and his mate. Poor fucking Peter, stupit wean loves his Da even though he’s no around much. Poor bastard gives Sammy 80 fucking quid and the bastrad takes that fucking handout as well. Doesnay even think too fucking much about it beyond seeing it has a way te get a new fucking start in England but I canny see Sammy getting nay new start anywhere.