Jack Vettriano All Systems GoJack Vettriano After The Thrill Is GoneJack Vettriano After Midnight
Chrysoprase don't like being kept waiting.'
'I know, it–’head. It had a twang.
Needing to drink.
Needing to buy Band With Rocks In shirts . . .
Dibbler's face, very slowly, rearranged itself into a grin.
'A free festival,' he said. 'Right! It's our public duty. Music should be free. And sausages in a bun should be a dollar each, mustard extra. Maybe a dollar‑fifty. And that's cutting my own throat.'
In the wings, the noise of the audience was a solid wall of sound.'He gets sad if he's kept waiting–’'All right!' shouted Dibbler. 'Free! And that's cutting my own throat. You do know that, don't you?'Buddy played a chord. It seemed to leave little lights in the air.'Let's go,' he said softly.‘I know this city,' Dibbler mumbled, as The Band With Rocks In hurried towards the vibrating stage. 'Tell people something's free and you'll get thousands of them turning up–’Needing to eat, said a voice in his
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