Tommy Gets a Banger
Sniffle’s if-only world.
Tommy got a banger, kid.
Eight filly minions, man-size and two full lines of pork, please.
The squinty-eyed butcher cut the steaks, and went next door for the pork. He had a special look for Tommy, open faced, complimentary but still, hedged and less than wholehearted and if you looked closely, you could see bitterness. The rest just got the sneer and the curled down, narrow lips, the Faganesque glare.
They looked at each other, mumbling Saturday morning friends-ish but still, strangers in a queue.
Filet mignon, loin of pork? All in the papers, twenty millions, twenty bloody millions in a sea of billions. But he’s caught! Dodgy small-town thick-as-shit solicitor.
Friends and clients, a small party, Sean said he’d do the beef and the pork.
Yeah Tommy, the squint narrowed, that’s seventy euro please.
There was always a crowd there up to mid-day, the great, the good, the brutal and licentious all got their meat here. The big fat smiling happy butcher statue outside welcomed everyone. All meats, all cuts, economy offal and high-end sirloin, loin, knuckle, packet and tripe.
Clients Tommy, after the match I suppose?
Yes, the match, framing the day – say a prayer for Paulie’s knee though.
HAH.
Yes Mrs Quinn, a pound of mince and four pork chops.
Mike, lamb steak and kidneys, the usual? I think he has it away – I’ll just check.
Mike’s kid poked him, Done? Are we done now?
Seven and a half euro and nine to you, Mrs Quinn.
What happened Dad?
And I always thought a banger was an old car?
Sniffle tells me it’s Cork slang for a heart attack.
Some angel is Mrs Quinn! :)
You ‘re getting better Sniffles, must be the fine weather.
No. Not more misery Lit !
It’s about anger – there are other angry pages hereabouts – I am incandescent now – and need talking down…often- sometimes can’t handle the ever evolving corruption – stab them – kill them now – that type of vibe… capiche ?
It seems the knife part is metaphorical but sorry I don’t get it. maybe its just me
There’s a writer there; somewhere.
@ cat – no, it’s not just you.
Mrs Quinn is an avenging angel.
When Tommy gets the heart attack, someone might have saved him but no one even went to help, cause they knew him as a robbing bastard who shoulda stuck with the legal conveyancing ( his area of expertise) but instead got greedy and speculated on land and building shit.
He defaulted on his Anglo Irish Loans of $20 million and really didn’t t give a fuck and maintained his lifestyle.
Mike makes a half-hearted attempt to save him but Mrs Quinn stops him.
She stabs Tommy in the head ultimately killing him and wreaking revenge for his hedonism and the theft of a nation’s purse.
The blood and brains disappear cause she has holy super powers .
Tommy is a metaphorical greedy cunt .
No one is doing anything about these fuckers, so I’m letting Mrs Quinn have a go.
Thanks monsieur Un -somewhere over the rainbow