to get back up the road to Smeddonâs. âYeâll noâ get another chance,â she said.
âI donât want tae be a brickie,â I had shouted as I banged my fist on the wall, but the next day I returned to Smeddonâs and become an apprentice brickie. I carried the hod, laid common brick, facing brick and coping stones. I laid brick down manholesand laid brick up ten storeys, but I never had a pound in my pocket beyond a Monday unless I won it at cards. I was twenty-two. My arms were knotted like a man of forty-two, and sometimes my back ached as if I was fifty-two. And it all added up to being paid off once again. Oh well, there was no point in feeling sorry for myself. I might as well get a bit of shut-eye before I returned home to break the glad tidings. I eased myself up onto the bench and tried to forget it all.
I woke up freezing, and had to stamp up and down in the hut to get the circulation going. I opened the door. It was grey fog, so I shut it quick. There was nothing to hang around for, but it was funny to think I would never see these four wooden walls again, or that naked pin-up above the kettle, or that Carlsberg Special ashtray stolen from the boozer. I was getting that feeling of foreboding which strikes me now and again like a clammy hand on the shoulder. For Christâs sake, I thought, Iâm only twenty-two with no real problems, but sometimes I could see myself winding up on the river bank like the wineys, with all my possessions in a plastic bag. Let me kick the bucket before I reach that stage was the nearest I ever got to a prayer.
âAre you there McCafferty?â a voice roared in relief to my thoughts.
The door burst open and there was Rab Tunnock stoned out of his mind brandishing a brick hammer. He aimed it at the side of the hut.
âCalm doon,â I said.
âCalm doon! That bastard McCafferty has paid me aff!â
âWeâre aâ paid aff, so forget it.â
âBastards!â he said.
He lurched over to the wall and pulled the brick hammer out and swung it round his head. He was a terrible spectacle. Oaths spewed from him like the bile as his eyeballs swung in harmony with the hammer. If my sympathies were not for McCafferty, at that moment they were not for Rab.
âIâm gaun tae smash in this hut,â was his ultimate recognisable statement. I thought it was time to get going. âPlease yersel,â I said and hastily left.
I met McCafferty further along the site. âRab Tunnock is smashing up the hut,â I informed him. âBetter look out. Heâs pure mental.â
âDonât worry Iâll take care oâ that nut.â He added, âYeâd better get hame. Thereâs nae point in hinginâ aboot on a day like this. Iâll put yer time in tae five, but be sure tae be in sharp tomorrow and tell the rest oâ the layabouts tae be in sharp as well.â
âSure Harry, weâll aâ be in sharp.â
âThatâll be the day,â he jeered.
I walked on shivering. I put my hands in my pockets and passed the apprentice laying brick in slow motion like a phantom in the fog.
âMind!â McCafferty shouted, âBe in sharp!â
âGet stuffed!â I said, but not too loud, and thanked God I wasnât paid off yet.
McCluskieâs Oot
âD id ye hear that McCluskieâs oot!â declared my mother when I was just in from work and not in a great mood.
âWho?â
âYe know fine. Him from along the road. Him that did auld Muncie in.â
âOh him. Whitâs for dinner?â
âYeâll see when itâs ready!â she snapped and charged through to the kitchenette, adding, âThe trouble wiâ you is that youâre interested in nothinâ but yersel.â
âHow should I be interested in McCluskie? Heâs nothinâ but a heid-banger.â
âHeâs noâ the only
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