I’ve got a new book out this week called Buddy’s brother. Two years ago It’s your dad came out and I’m happy to say has sold out, so we’ve had to reprint. Here are two of the shorter pieces from it. The first one is called Scene at a boatshed, which when I came to think of it, was a lousy title. I’m going to change it to S’up.
S’up, he says, lifting his head, his cap on backwards,
turns to his mates,
youse coming fucken swimming or what?
Turns to my daughter, sorry Miss, he says.
He looks at the sea, then back at his friends
nah you lot too fucken chicken.
He takes a big slug from a can marked Maverick
slips off his tee-shirt to expose his skinny shoulders
steps out of his low slung jeans
If you fuckers won’t swim –
oops, sorry Miss, there I go again –
I’m going anyway
And in he goes
in his shiny boxers,
with his black socks still on.
It’s your dad
It’s your Dad, Paul says
nodding towards the top-hatted undertaker
walking oh so slowly
in front of the hearse.
Cant be, I say.
ps – I’m still taking prepublication orders for both books.