Sent In My A. Byrne, Sydney, Australia
An Excerpt From Martin Amis, "Lionel
Asbo: State of England", page 118:
There was laughter from the three representatives of the
Fourth Estate. This laughter went on for longer than usual – because Lionel did
in fact quite closely resemble a bingo caller. His tuxedo, true, and his vast
trousers were impeccable and super accurately cut; his buxom bow tie was no
elasticated clip-on but a fine length of schmutter (Eamon, who earned his
living in a bow tie, showed him how you looped it); and the shoes, at ten
thousand pounds apiece, performed as expected – two padded floats of glistening
ebony. On the other hand, only an unusually confident and sexually secure bingo
caller would have consented to wear Lionel’s shirt and waistcoat. The waistcoat
was of canary-yellow suede, with turquoise buttons. And the white shirt was an
impossible orgy of vents and flounces (his hands were only just visible beneath
the ruches of its cuffs). He slowed as he lit a cigar, saying,
‘Here, lads, I got one for yer. What’s got lots of balls and
screws old ladies? …. A bingo machine!’
‘You won’t win a hundred and forty mil on the bingo, Lionel’.
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