Chapter 13
It was hammering it down, could barely see more than fifty yards ahead, the spray being slung up from the wheels in front made conditions even worse.
‘f**k this,’ Paul said as he leant forward to wipe a clearing in the steamed up windscreen. The blowers on the passenger side had packed up some months ago. ‘It’s about time you got rid of this crate and got yourself a decent motor.’
‘If I had a decent motor I would want all that crap in it,’ I said giving a backward nod toward the amps, guitars and other accumulated accoutrements of band paraphernalia.
‘So wot time are we on?’
‘About seven-thirty.’
‘And this geezer is definitely gonna be there.’
‘He said he would, he’s something to do with the headliners.’
‘And who might they be?’ Paul asked pulling an AA map from the glov
