Darren "Pig" Cotter (
freedrinkplease) wrote in
poly_chromatic2012-03-07 11:50 pm
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[ It's evident on Pig's face--rather how he doesn't look up--that he's in his own world. Distant. A tongue darts out to lick dried lips and blue eyes focus on the screen--he's got a definite Irish accent, certainly from Cork, but the way he's dropping words and rearranging sentences is still a little jarring. ]
There we be. Pig and Runt. Warm like. Drinky drinky and I says "Happy Birthday, Runt!" And she? She smiles. [ There's a bit of a laugh but there's absolutely no humour in it. ]
But now where Pig, eh? Where Pig? No club, no fucking Runt. No Runt--No Runt.
Just.... Pig.
Where he be, yeah?
There we be. Pig and Runt. Warm like. Drinky drinky and I says "Happy Birthday, Runt!" And she? She smiles. [ There's a bit of a laugh but there's absolutely no humour in it. ]
But now where Pig, eh? Where Pig? No club, no fucking Runt. No Runt--No Runt.
Just.... Pig.
Where he be, yeah?

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'Oh lord Jesus, who be fuckin' around in heaven, gimmie Runt back an' make sure I be on my way back to Cork, okeydokey? Tickity-tock in my head be no good.'
Like that?
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I'm sure wherever Lord Jesus is, he's in a poignant swoon over the heartfelt prayer. [Snerksnerk.] I trust you'll be seeing this...Runt very soon.
[Utter liessss!]
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Even the Jesus fella got nothin' on Pig.