There Should Be More Dancing (2012) - Plot & Excerpts
I’ve made myself another cup of tea, and I ate the complimentary biscuits. They’re tough. Cheap. They mean well here, but they skimp. Most people these days seem to be well-intentioned on the surface . . . like that bloke called Ray, Anita’s flatmate, whom I suspect has a shady past, like Anita. She said to me, ‘I’ve organised a man called Ray to come around to install a modern telephone. It’ll be free!’ Walter said, ‘Consider it a gift from the tax payers and shareholders of the nation in partnership with our magnificent Prime Minister.’ He said the job would be right and that Ray sounded like a top bloke. Ray didn’t look like a top bloke. In fact, I got a fright when he turned up the next day. For a start he was black from head to toe. Black tracksuit, some sort of Maori or Hawaiian or something, and he was completely bald, the shiniest scalp you’ve ever seen with a helix tattooed on it. When he turned, it was like his skull whorled and lifted.
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