Long Walk 1994 ~ Liam Gallagher

Bus Ride

'From lowey to yarmouth'

After a seemingly borning day at work, Angie finally gets to clock off and make her way to the bus station.
She worked at a fairley casual resturant in Lowestoft.
Not the best job but the only one where she could really get her hours in, even if it wasn't what she really wanted to do.
Still a job though.

A ten minute walk and she arrives at her needed bus stop.
She sits in the shelter and pulls out a fag, in hope that in sods law her bus would turn up quicker.

It didn't.

She smoked her whole fag and just sat there waiting for her bus..
And finally, after what seemed a enteritis, at 10:55 the number 1 towards Great Yarmouth bus arrives.

On the dot aswel.

She gets on the bus.

It's her usual driver at this time of night who she says hello to.
She gets her ticket and walks up the stairs to sit on the top deck right at the back.

The bus itself was mostly empty besides a few regulars downstairs and thankfully no one on top.

After around thirty minutes the bus pulls in at James Paget Hospital.

On gets a guy who choses to sit upstairs aswell, near the middle, on the opposite side.
She regonises him as he walks up the stairs.

He had a Beatle cut, white jumper with a red red stripe across, blue jeans and Addidas Gazelles on.

"Liam Gallagher?" she shakes her head in disbelief, thinking why would he be up this way.

Or down this way being more Southern than Manchester.

"Nah can't be" she takes out her cigarettes and pulls one out.
She puts the cigarettes in her mouth and the box back in her bag, then pulls out her lighter from her pocket.
She lights up her cig and starts to smoke it.

She keeps taking quick looks over at the guy in disbelief.
Going from the window to him, over and over again.
After a few seconds she also noticies him pull out a fag.

"Ugh" he moans, patting his jean pockets from front to back, but unable to find his lighter.

He looks round at Angie and see she's smoking, so goes over and asks her for a light.

"Can I 'ave a light please love?" He asks as she slowly reverts her gaze to him from the window.

"Uh... yeah course" she says handing it to him slightly dazed, like a deer in headlights.

"Cheers" he takes it and lights up his cigarette "look don't suppose yaknow how to get to Tiffany's do ya?" He asks after taking a drag and passing the lighter back.

"Yeah it's on the seafront, biggest club in town ya.. can't really miss it. Ya get off at market gates, walk down Regent road and go right untill you find a watchtower. It's pretty easy but I can.. show you were I mean when we get off... if you want?" He smiles.

"Your Liam Gallagher ain't ya?" She asks nervously fearing she could be wrong.

"Yeah I am and yeah, if you can, that'll be great" she smiles back.

"Look mind if I sit here?" He asks point with his fag at the seat infront of hers.

"Go ahead" she says putting her hand out to the chair.

He sits sideways, puts his back against the window, one leg bent with his foot on the seat next to him and the other on the floor.
"What you doing round these parts if you don't mind me asking?" She takes a drag.

"Change if scene d'ya know what I mean? Brake from touring for a few days" She nods.

"Of course. you'll enjoy Tiffs though, think it'll be your sorta scene" she comments.

Knowing full well that It would definitely be his sort scene.

"Ya think?"

"Yeah of course. So wheres ya brother then? Thought you two were inseparable?" He smirks and takes a drag.

"R'kids already there, I got held up".

"How comes you got on at the hospital then? " She took another drag.

"Well I was down checking out the seafront and got bored, so came to get the bus. I didn't bloody know where to go, so followed route to hospital like".

"Fair enough".

He looked round to look at the signs as they drove past them.
He seemed interested to know where he was.

"How long does this bus take?" He inquired getting a bit jittery.
"Um bout twenty minutes, why?" He looked over at the stairs and watched to see if anyone would come up.

"Look ya ain't a grass are ya?" He asked, concerned.

"You taking the piss? Am I fuck" she stated, slightly annoyed that he felt he needed to ask.

He held up his hands "Alright, alright. Just checking" he reassured.

He reached into his pocket with his left hand (because he had his fag in the other) and pulled out a little bag with crushed white powder in it.

Cocaine.

Obviously.

If you couldn't already guess.

He placed it on his lap and searched again for a coin, that he quickly found in his other front pocket.

He opened the bag and scooped out a bit on the coin using his hand with his fag inbetween his fingers.

He sniffed the scoop.

He put down the coin, put his finger on the other nostril and sniffed again to get anything remaining to go up.

"You?" He enquired.

"Ere and there" she admitted.

"Ere are then" he offered, quickly sorting one out on the coin for her.

"Mmm.. alright" she instsnly gave in and sniffed the coin.

It's always better when it's free.

"If you want another let us know" He said putting everything away before taking a drag.

"Cheers" she said, still not believing that she'd just had a scoop of Liam Gallagher.

She hadn't done sniff in a while so the affect hit her a little bit quicker than usual.

An instant buzz.

Probably more from who she was with rather than the drug itself.

"Alright ain't it?" He commented.

"Yeah it's nice, better than the shit you sometimes get round ere" she says, taking a yet another drag.

"Same everywhere then, that's from Liverpool though. Good shit up north"

Too bloody right she thought.

She had someone infront of her that was good shit from up north.

"So what you do then?" He asked crossing his arms and putting them on the back of the seat facing her.

He rested his chin on his arms.

"Waitressing and all that shit ya'know, fucking borning compared to what you do".

He snickered.

"It's not always good ya'know"