The second Hawkwind song hadn't ended and Fyodor
called it a day. Went back practicing scales on
his saxophone. Are we going out tonight? asked
Tatyana. Ivan pointed out: you better start putting
on your make up, that takes more than an hour.
What day is it? Monday ... then we probably go to
'The Spot'? Alyosha poured the pre-drinks ...
everyone vodka? Who actually won the ice dancing?
This was gonna work ... vodka, Hawkwind's space
music, hash ... Now an Edgar Wallace film and they
would all have fallen asleep and woken up at half
past two. Then they still could go to 'The Mark'.
First a line of speed, the ladies decided.
Kings of speed ... Kings of speed ...
Not for me ... Ivan said. Fucking crap ... I could
go kicking car mirrors again on the way back.
