Norman had finally passed out on the sofa around elevenish when he suddenly awoke with a start disturb by some terrible dream. He sat up in darkness, for the sun had set long ago, it was just after 8:00 in the p.m. when Norman sat up shocked he had slept the day away. Norman knew his friend would be well on his way to Argentina flying over the Atlantic Ocean. It took Norman a moment to adjust his eyes to the dark, the only light coming from the stolen stereo receiver. This was strange to Norman, for he had not turned the stereo on. Or perhaps it was just the whiskey and the weed which helped him to forget, this was quite possible. Undisturbed by this Norman went out and brought some food back to his flat. Norman drove out to Preston City Center for some Kentucky Fried. Norman loved American fried chicken so he fetched about Thirty Quid of 'fast food': 2 Buckets of extra crispy, 3 sides of mashed potatoes and gravy, 6 ears of sweet buttered corn, 1 pint of coleslaw, 1 pint of bbq beans, and 2 dozen fresh baked southern style biscuits. All that, and a case of McEwans Scotch Ale. This would tide him over until the morning.
So it was Norman returned with his dinner and drink. Sitting himself down on the couch he watched a bit of tele, Dave Allen at Large, Are You Being Served, an hour or two of Monty Python, but after gorging himself on greasy friend chicken and beer Norman ate himself into a deep slumber around midnight. He would sleep for seven more hours before the morning sun came streaming through his windows, greeting him with light, bringing Norman back to reality, by way of the cold light of day. Even though this was the beginning of summer, Norman awoke shivering, his skin, the room ice cold. Now here Norman sat up with a shock, for he had fallen asleep with the television on and the stereo receiver off, but as he sat up on the couch he saw the television was now off and the stereo was turned on, though no music came over the speakers. So once again Norman went over and turned the stereo off. He sighed, a little aggravated, and then he stared at the boxes of Teddy's stolen lp's, he hadn't the heart, nor the stomach to listen to any of the dead boy's music collection, to do so, Norman thought might turn him off music forever. Undaunted by any distraction, strange or otherwise, Norman set out to visit Harry to get rid of the jewelry and the rest of the paintings.
Harry was a little disturbed to see young Norman so anxious and agitated. Norman said he was not feeling well, with a migraine, and he said he was bothered about stealing. So he told Harry he would not be calling him anymore. "This will be our last deal," Norman had said with a worried look "Don't want me Mum finding out about any of this, she'd be so ashamed of me." Norman said in all honesty.
"You're a good lad Norman! You just needed a little cash flow to help you get started in business! Nothin' wrong with that my son! Nothin' wrong with that." So Harry received the deal of a lifetime when he purchased about One Hundred Thousand Pounds of handcrafted jewelry and original works of art, all for Ten Thousand English Pounds. Though Harry offered him more, Norman did not want anymore, nor was he keen to go through the items and find out about them, or their worth. It was all very strange. However Harry had known the giant of a man Norman to be a bit strange since he was a wee lad, so Harry thought nothing of it and bid Norman a cheery bye.
Norman drove back home, but before doing so he stopped at the local market and purchased a large quantity of groceries and sundries. Norman wanted to stock up on food and supplies so he could hole up in his flat until he opened the shop back up on Saturday. He felt hiding away at this time was most crucial to his mental stability, and he was correct in doing so. However, as he came up the stairs with the first few bags Norman was surprised to find the television, Teddy's stolen television, turned on, the local newscast playing. Now Norman knew good and well he did not leave the tele on. So before he went back downstairs, for another load of groceries, he went over and the turned the knob to the off position. He came back, up no problem, everything turned off as he had left it. However, when he returned back up for the third and final time with the last of his food, Norman heard the radio playing 'The End' by the Doors. Jim Morrison's deep haunting voice echoed down the stairwell and Norman almost dropped his bag of eggs and bread.
After about fifteen minutes Norman had unplugged the stereo, the television, the speakers, locking it all up in the back of his van, along with the many boxes of stolen records. Norman did not believe in ghost or the hereafter, or what the fuck ever, but with what he had experienced he realized that maybe what he believed, or did not believe, may not even fucking matter. So he drove the stolen expensive stereo equipment out to the city dump, but just as he drove out through the east end, Norman saw a couple of teenagers hanging out on the sidewalk as he stopped at a red light. They looked bored, poor, and pathetic so Norman called out "Oi! You lot like music?"
Norman returned shortly thereafter much to the delight of the young lads who were absolutely gobsmacked to have a stranger hand over a free stereo, records, and t.v.! When they asked him why he was getting rid of it Norman told them the equipment was haunted. They just laughed along with Norman, who desperately wanted all of Teddy's things out of his house. All he had left now was the furs, shoes,handbags, as well as the sterling silver ware, and Norman was driving out to Slough tomorrow morning to get rid of those last remaining items. Norman made a quick stop to buy a brand new t.v. with remote control. It took some time but soon Norman was back at his house watching the BBC World News, eating a grilled ham and cheese sandwich drinking a nice cold glass of milk. It was now Thursday evening and Norman wondered as he sat there, bored out of his mind, just what his friend Xavier was up to in Argentina on this warm summer night.
So it was Norman returned with his dinner and drink. Sitting himself down on the couch he watched a bit of tele, Dave Allen at Large, Are You Being Served, an hour or two of Monty Python, but after gorging himself on greasy friend chicken and beer Norman ate himself into a deep slumber around midnight. He would sleep for seven more hours before the morning sun came streaming through his windows, greeting him with light, bringing Norman back to reality, by way of the cold light of day. Even though this was the beginning of summer, Norman awoke shivering, his skin, the room ice cold. Now here Norman sat up with a shock, for he had fallen asleep with the television on and the stereo receiver off, but as he sat up on the couch he saw the television was now off and the stereo was turned on, though no music came over the speakers. So once again Norman went over and turned the stereo off. He sighed, a little aggravated, and then he stared at the boxes of Teddy's stolen lp's, he hadn't the heart, nor the stomach to listen to any of the dead boy's music collection, to do so, Norman thought might turn him off music forever. Undaunted by any distraction, strange or otherwise, Norman set out to visit Harry to get rid of the jewelry and the rest of the paintings.
Harry was a little disturbed to see young Norman so anxious and agitated. Norman said he was not feeling well, with a migraine, and he said he was bothered about stealing. So he told Harry he would not be calling him anymore. "This will be our last deal," Norman had said with a worried look "Don't want me Mum finding out about any of this, she'd be so ashamed of me." Norman said in all honesty.
"You're a good lad Norman! You just needed a little cash flow to help you get started in business! Nothin' wrong with that my son! Nothin' wrong with that." So Harry received the deal of a lifetime when he purchased about One Hundred Thousand Pounds of handcrafted jewelry and original works of art, all for Ten Thousand English Pounds. Though Harry offered him more, Norman did not want anymore, nor was he keen to go through the items and find out about them, or their worth. It was all very strange. However Harry had known the giant of a man Norman to be a bit strange since he was a wee lad, so Harry thought nothing of it and bid Norman a cheery bye.
Norman drove back home, but before doing so he stopped at the local market and purchased a large quantity of groceries and sundries. Norman wanted to stock up on food and supplies so he could hole up in his flat until he opened the shop back up on Saturday. He felt hiding away at this time was most crucial to his mental stability, and he was correct in doing so. However, as he came up the stairs with the first few bags Norman was surprised to find the television, Teddy's stolen television, turned on, the local newscast playing. Now Norman knew good and well he did not leave the tele on. So before he went back downstairs, for another load of groceries, he went over and the turned the knob to the off position. He came back, up no problem, everything turned off as he had left it. However, when he returned back up for the third and final time with the last of his food, Norman heard the radio playing 'The End' by the Doors. Jim Morrison's deep haunting voice echoed down the stairwell and Norman almost dropped his bag of eggs and bread.
After about fifteen minutes Norman had unplugged the stereo, the television, the speakers, locking it all up in the back of his van, along with the many boxes of stolen records. Norman did not believe in ghost or the hereafter, or what the fuck ever, but with what he had experienced he realized that maybe what he believed, or did not believe, may not even fucking matter. So he drove the stolen expensive stereo equipment out to the city dump, but just as he drove out through the east end, Norman saw a couple of teenagers hanging out on the sidewalk as he stopped at a red light. They looked bored, poor, and pathetic so Norman called out "Oi! You lot like music?"
Norman returned shortly thereafter much to the delight of the young lads who were absolutely gobsmacked to have a stranger hand over a free stereo, records, and t.v.! When they asked him why he was getting rid of it Norman told them the equipment was haunted. They just laughed along with Norman, who desperately wanted all of Teddy's things out of his house. All he had left now was the furs, shoes,handbags, as well as the sterling silver ware, and Norman was driving out to Slough tomorrow morning to get rid of those last remaining items. Norman made a quick stop to buy a brand new t.v. with remote control. It took some time but soon Norman was back at his house watching the BBC World News, eating a grilled ham and cheese sandwich drinking a nice cold glass of milk. It was now Thursday evening and Norman wondered as he sat there, bored out of his mind, just what his friend Xavier was up to in Argentina on this warm summer night.
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