![]() ![]() ![]() We must go tonight to the Highwood, john. There will be all sorts of people to play music there. “There is a show tonight in the Highwood, John. Man nor animal wouldn't be right after it.” This is what you'd get on the tail end of an easterly wind. All sorts of thoughts of death and hopelessness. An easterly? If it was to come across you for a fortnight and it might? Sleep gone out the window and a horrible black feeling racing through your fucken blood. The way it would play across the country in an ominous way. Because of the pure evil sound of it, John. That's the kind of thing that can leave a beast beyond despair. The way it would unseat cattle.ĭo you realise you're looking at a man who's seen a cow step in front of a moving vehicle? Purposefully. Though they'd have been wind-bothered up that way.īothered, John. Martin kept animals had more wile in them. He could barely tie his shoelaces.Īh listen. Poor Martin was an inordinately stupid man. If there was one thing he wasn't was wiley, John. ![]()
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