Jack Vettriano Back Where You Belong

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dressing room was next to the privies and half full of beer barrels. Glod leaned on the door.
'I don't need the money,' he said. 'Just let me get out of here with my life, that's all I ask.'
'Oo ownt ave oo orry‑' Cliff began.
'You're trying to speak with your mouth shut, Cliff,' said Buddy.
'I said, you don't have to worry, you've got der wrong sort of teeth,' said the troll.
There was a knock on the door. Cliff slammed his hand back over his mouth. But the knock turned out to belong to Asphalt, who was "S funny thing,' said the little troll, 'suddenly everyone's playing music with rocks in it. Mr Dibbler's signed up another band for the concert, too. To kind of warm it up.'
"S called Insanity,' said Asphalt.
'Where are they?' said Cliff.
'Well, put it like this . . . you know how your dressing room is carrying a tray.There were three types of beer. There were even smoked rat sandwiches with the crusts and tails cut off. And there was a bowl of finest anthracite coke with ash on it.'Crunch it up good,' moaned Glod, as Cliff took his bowl. 'It may be the last chance you get–’'Maybe no‑one'll turn up and we can go home?' said Cliff.Buddy ran his fingers over the strings. The others stopped eating as the chords filled up the room.'Magic,' said Cliff, shaking his head.'Don't you boys worry,' said Asphalt. 'If there are any problems, it's the other guys who'll get it in the teeth.'Buddy stopped playing.'What other guys?'