‘No, it’s not that. I’m as tolerant as I don’t know what, you know that. I’m all live and let live and the like. It’s just I can’t stand all that bloody techno music they play in there. It sounds like an articulated lorry backing up.’
‘It’s Tuesday morning, Peter. The Man Machine’s not exactly going to be going full on techno time, is it? Anyway, I expect most of the pub’s usual punters will be sleeping it off.’
The Man Machine’sCraig shrugged and crossed the road.
‘Off we jolly well go, then,’ he said. ‘Into the valley of the dolls.’
* * *
Frank Sinatra’s ‘Come Fly With Me’ was playing as Craig and I walked into The Man Machine. The dimly lit bar was completely empty.
Frank Sinatra’s ‘Come Fly With Me’‘I told you everything would be ring-a-ding-ding, didn’t I?’ said Craig, snapping
