Jack Vettriano A Mutual Understanding

Jack Vettriano A Mutual UnderstandingJack Vettriano a letter of ConsequenceJack Vettriano A Kind of Loving II
a kind of very fine lace they make iii the city of Sto Helit,' said Glod.
Glod gave Buddy a lopsided look.
'That bit where you said "hello, baby",' he said. 'Why'd you do that?'
'Er...'
'I mean, it's not as if they even allow small children into the Drum.'
'I don't know. The de river. All those in favour say "Aye". Or Oook, as the case may be.'
There was another silence. No‑one rushed to pick up the instrument.
'But the thing is,' said Glod, 'the thing is . . . they did love us out there.'
They thought about this.
'It didn't actually feel . . . bad,' said Buddy.words were just there,' said Buddy. 'They were sort of part of the music . . .''And you were . . . moving about in a funny way. Like you were having trouble with your trousers,' said Glod. 'I'm not expert on humans, of course, but I saw some ladies in the audience looking at you like a dwarf looks at a girl when he knows her father's got a big shaft and several rich seams.''Yeah,' said Cliff, 'and like when a troll is thinking: hey, will you look at der strata on dat one . . .''You're certain you've got no elvish in you, are you?' said Glod. 'Once or twice I thought you were acting a bit . . . elvish.''I don't know what's happening!' said Buddy.The guitar whined.They looked at it.'What we do is,' said Cliff, 'we take dat and throw it in