ABSTRACT
Nursing his unease like a time-bomb waiting to explode Jonty was ensconced in the driver’s seat, impatient, waiting, biting his nails, smiling and nodding, but not listening to what was going on around him. Then all of a sudden someone gave him the nod: ‘That’s it, come on then, push us. Push us harder you cunts. Come on, push us . . . Verooom . . . Verooom . . . ‘Go on push. Push harder’. Verooom . . . Vrrrrrrrrroooom . . . ‘They’re pushin’ now’. Verrroooooooooom . . . Vrooooooooom . . . Screeeechin’.
