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the morning. Someone told him to ignore the interruption but he shrugged. Ach, I was more or less finished anyhow. He also yawned; he drank a mouthful of tea. 2 duty I was on – it gets to you.
    So does 92.
    Well why dont you go back on the broo ya bastard!
    Wish to christ I could George, that’s the trouble with nowadays, you thingwy and then the thingwy thingwys. Fucking murder so it is.
    He’s a three-time loser into the bargain, said Reilly. If he jacks it now he’s doomed to a life without buses.
    Ah the job’s just fucking getting to him.
    It’s always getting to him.
    Aye but it’s Reilly’s fault, laughed Colin Brown, for jumping on the sick so fucking much.
    Nothing to do with me. My life’s my own. Reilly shifted his chair to allow someone to squeeze another chair into the company; he munched on his roll and sausage. A different conversation began.
    Hines stared at the ceiling. He exhaled a smoke-ring in the direction of the strip-lighting. Can I canoe you up the river. That’s what I want to know.
    No wonder I jump on the sick, grinned Reilly: It’s the only way to stay sane with the cunt.
    Shut up ya renegade! Hines glanced round at the faces. This bastard was offered a bit of O.T. yesterday afternoon. Thought it went unnoticed so he did – creeping up to the counter when I was paying in the dough and all that. No kidding you man there’s no cunt trustable nowadays.
    Reilly snorted.
    These fucking drivers’re all the same, cried a conductor.
    Aye, said Colin Brown. And he’ll be sticking his name down for the one-man operating games when your back’s fucking turned.
    McCulloch laughed: Aw listen to this cunt! As soon as he passes his licence it’ll be the first thing he does himself; no danger.
    You kidding? Colin Brown looked at him. Fucking last thing you’ll catch me doing, eh Rab?
    Hines indicated Reilly: He’s already done it the snidey bastard.
    A few turned to glance at Reilly and he laughed: Heh wait a minute, he’s joking; he’s joking.
    Who’s joking! You’ve joined the arselickers Reilly and you cant deny it.
    Shut up you, you’ll have them fucking believing it.
    Hines grinned and drank tea.
    Pay no heed to the cunt, said somebody to Reilly. Hines is just upset because auld McGilvaray gave him a day suspension.
    Heh by the way . . . said Colin Brown. I heard some cunt got sent home the other day for no wearing a hat. Eh! fuck sake; imagine losing a day’s wages for that.
    There’s many a slip twixt cup and lip.
    Naw, went on McCulloch, it definitely is getting worse but. No doubt about it. Couple of nights ago we gets to the Cross – on the bingo run – I’m no more than 4 maybe 4½ minutes sharp; out jumps Mackie – cunt’s been hiding up a close as usual. Over he comes to the window. Heh you he says. What Isays you talking to me Inspector Mackie. McCulloch grinned: Cunt hates it when you call him that. You’re far too early he says. I’m no too early at all I says I’m only 4. 4 my arse he says you’re 7. And if you think you can come charging through here at this time then you’ve
    Well well well.
    Shut up ya cunt, muttered Colin.
    If you think you can come through here 7 sharp he says and get away with it then you’ve another fucking think coming. Wait a minute I says. Wait no minute says Mackie take out your watch. So I takes it out and that and
    Amazing kettle of cabbage.
    McCulloch glanced at him.
    O sorry, sorry – I thought you’d finished there George.
    Sarcastic bastard Rab, so you are.
    Naw George honest; I genuinely thought you’d shot the bolt.
    McCulloch looked away.
    Hines is right, said somebody. Here we’re in for a fucking break out the road and what happens? Christ, you’re feart to leave a cup on the table in case it gets knocked down by a wee bus.
    Aye change the subject change the subject! Who’s got a fucking