It’s in her blood to be hawkin’ us. Her mother was the same way. Crooked as the day. And a tongue on her, Cynthia. When I came back without the eye on me? From Tangier? She took one look, after all I’d suffered, and she said who the fuck do you think you are, Thom Yorke? Never heard of him. Or hang about…He wasn’t a lame boy from Summerhill? He’s the lad out of Radiohead, Charlie.
