Bare Breasted British - the opening


Bare Breasted British


By Pad.A 



Chapter one 


Another one bites the 
dust 



“Steve Walks ‘Merrily’ Down the Street 
With His Brim Pulled Way down Low 
Ain't No Sound But The Sound Of His Feet 
Machine Guns Ready To Go 


Are You Ready Hey Are You Ready For This? 
Are You Hanging On The Edge Of Your Seat? 
Out Of The Doorway The Bullets Rip 
To The Sound Of The Beat Yeah 


Another One Bites The Dust…” 


Steve didn't walk merrily down any street that day, Steve didn't walk merrily
anywhere. In fact walking was the last thing on Steve's mind. Getting merry maybe,
but in the mood he was in merry wouldn't be enough.

Whatever he did end up doing today had to have an '...ssed' at the end of it .like
getting ‘pissed’ or being depressed' or both. For that day was the day that another
one bought the dust.

But not just anyone, this was the big one, the one he had been dreaming of since
that first teenage fumble in the park. Although teenage was stretching it a bit as only
she qualified as a teenager. Steven Johns aged 12 (Johnny to his friends) started as


he meant to go on as an early starter and being taught by the older woman not to be
an early finisher.

It had been a stormy relationship at the best of times but somehow he had managed
to convince himself that it was worth pursuing despite the objections of all his friends
& family. They say love is blind, for Steve it was short-sighted.

Love was an incurable disease that was as addictive as heroine, not that he knew
how addictive that was. It wasn’t so much being in love for there had only ever been
one other but to be loved was something that he cherished. Some people can cope
very well with their own company; Steve was one of those but still needed to know
that somewhere someone (or preferably the entire female population) was in love
with him.

It had only been an hour since they had said their last goodbye. In fact that in itself
was an exaggeration as they never actually said goodbye. They agreed to meet up
for one last time to try and sort out their differences. It was the sort of meeting where
both parties knew there was no hope but at least one them had hopes that they
could sort it out and have one final attempt. This time it was Steve's turn.