CHAPTER 12

The following morning the three men enjoyed a good breakfast; Frankie collected Colin’s share of the bill for their stay and moaned when he handed over several fivers and loads of coins.

“Jesus Owen! What am I supposed to do with this mate?” he said.

“Sorry Frankie,” replied Colin “I haven’t got anything bigger just now. When I win the lottery I’ll start flashing the fifties around okay?”

Once Frankie had settled up and they were all in the van and on the road to Liverpool for the gig at the O2 Academy, Colin was pleased with his little ploy. Frankie had already forgotten the inconvenience of all the loose change and as far as he was concerned Colin was just a typical roadie, on pretty much minimum wage, scratching a living trail...

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