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Contents

Chapter

I

Ohaptcr

2

Oha¡rtcr

3

(

)haptcr 4

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lha¡rtcr 5

(

)lra¡rtcr 6

Chaptcr 7

Chapter

8

Chapter

9

Buying a

lottery ticket

Shc's

leaving home

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the

lottery

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am

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am

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like

winning

the

lottery

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20

22

26

29

32



Chapter

1

Bryting

a

lottery

ticket

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Rick

Drummond

is

going to buy

a lottery

ticket.

He's

walking

down the

srreet

and

listening

to music.

The

music

is

very

loud.

fuck

is

singing as

he

listens.

He

walks

inro an

ice-cream

shop.

'Can

I

help

you?'

the shop

assisrant

esl<s

l{ick.

I{ick

looks

at

the man,

but

he

can't

hear

him.

'Sorry?'

fuck says.

The

shop

assistant

writes something

and

givcs

ir

to l{ick.

It says:

TURN

YOUR

MUSIC

OFF

'Sorr¡'

Rick

says.

He

rurns off

his

music.

'Can

I have

a

lottery

ticket, please?'

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People in

the story

Places

in the

story

Rick

plays the

guitar

and writes

songs

M"ry

is fuckk wife

Barry

Green

is

running

from

the police

Sarah

is

a singer

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iletRllD

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,

The

shop

assisranr

smiles.

'This

is

an ice-cream

shop,'

hc

says.

'\7e

dont sell lottery

rickers.'

'But

I always

btry

rny lorrery

tickct

here,

From

Mr l(ran.

'Where

is

he?'says

Rick.

'Mr

Khan's

shop

is nexr

door

and

he sells

lottery

tickets,'

the shop

assistant

says

slowly.

'Ah,

I

ve

gor

the

wrong

shop.

Stupid

me '

says

Rick.

''Well,'

asks

the

shop assistanr,

'do

you

want

to buy

an ice-

cream?'

'No,

thank

you,'

says

Rick.

'lce-cream

is

bad for

me.

See

you.'

'W'hy?

\What

do

you do?'

thc

sl-ro¡r

assistant

asks.

Rick turns

and

smiles at the man.

'I

play the guitar

and I

write songs.

I m

going to

be

a famous rocl< srar

onc

clay.'

fuck

leaves

the

shop.

He's

singing

a

new song.

'It's

an ice-cream

shop,

bab¡

You cant

buy a

lottery ticket

here,

Itt an

ice-cream

shop, bab¡

No

lottery

tickets

here.'

The shop assistant

watches him.

'He

cant

sing

and he writes

stupid

songs.

He

isnt

going

to be

a

rock

star ' He laughs.



Chapter 2

She?s

leauing

home

Rick buys a

lottery

ricket

from Mr Khan

and

goes

back to

his house.

Het

trying

to think

of the nexr

words for

his

icc-

cream

song.

'He¡

Mar¡

I'm home Are

yor-r

hcrc?' hc

shorrrs.

":":--::l-

*'?J

l

10

l1

,,f

fii.::'

'No,

I'm in

China,'

Mary

answers

from

the bedroom.

Rick

doesnt hear

her.

He's looking

for

his

guitar. Rick

smiles

when

he

sees

it.

He

loves his

guitar.

'I've

got a new

song,

Mary.

Do

you

want to hear

it?'

he

asl<s.

'No '

Mary

says.

l{icl<

walks

into thc

bedroom.

He

doesn'r

see the

very

big

stritr:rrsc

in

thc

mic{dlc

of

the

room.

[

,1]

'i



Mary closes

the suitcase.

Then Rick sees it for

the

first rime .

'lH'ey,

Mxy, where are we

going?

Are we

going

on

holiday? Cool '

Ricl< says.

Mary

looks

at

him

sadly.

'No,

we're

not

going on

holida¡' she says.

'We

are not

going

anywhere. I'm

going

to

my

sistert

in

Glasgow.

You

are

not

going anywhere.

I'm leaving

you.'

'Leaving?

\(/hen?' fuck asks.

'\ü/hen?'Why

don't you

ask me

why?'

Mary

says.

'OK

thert. \fhy?' Rick asks.

'I

can't

live with

you,

Rick. You're

going

nowhere.' Mary

looks at a

photo of

Rick by

the

bed.

'You

see this?' she asks.

'This

photo

is ten years old. Look at

you.

The same Rick

-

no

changes.

'You

write

your

stupid

songs

and lruy

your

lottery

tickets

and wait.

\fhat

are

you

waiting

for?

Do

sorne

thing '

Rick

is

looking

at

his guitar

and

thinl<ing.

'fue you

listening to

me?'

Mary

asks

him.

'\(/hat

are

you

waiting

for?

That's

a good

name

for

a

song.'

He gets

his

guitar

and starts

to play.

'Rick '

Mary takes

her suitcase

and

walks

to the

front

door.

She

turns

and

looks

at Rick.

'I

ve

got

a song

for you''

She

sings,'

I

m

leavinghome,

goodbye''

'Thatt

a

Beatles

song, isn't

it?'

fuck

asks.

Mary

opens the

door

and

leaves.

l3

2



Chapter

3

Winning

the

lottery

It's Saturday

evening,

twenty-four

hours

late¡

and fuck is

still sitting

in his flat.

His

guitar

is

on the

floor and his

head

is in

his hands.

The television

is

on, but

Rick isn't

watching

it. He's

thinking

about

Mary.

'\fhat

am I

going

to

do?'

He

takes his

guitar and

starts

to

pla¡ but then

stops

again.

t4

Rick looks

at the

television.

'Number

sixreen.

Number

rwenty-three.'

It's

the lottery.

Rick says

rhe numbers

after

the

man.

'Sixteen,

wenry-three.

I

ve

got

those numbers.'

fuck loola

for

his

lottery

ticket.

'Number

forry-one.

Number

six.

Number

ninereen.

Number

forty-nine.

And

here

are

the numbers

again.'

Rick

finds

his

ticket.

He

looks

at the

numbers

on his

ticket

and

at the numbers

on

the television.

He's

got all

the

numbers

i{nd

the

winner

tonight

gets eight

million

poundsl'

l5



'Mary

Mary 'Rick

says.

'Come

here.

Quick '

He

forgets

she

isnt

there.

For

a

minure

he's sad.

Then

he

thinks,

'I'm

rich.

We're

rich.

I

can

buy

anything.

I

can play

my music

and

I can

be

famous.

And

Mary

can

... Mary's

going

to

be

h"ppy.'

He

looks

at

the

ticket

again

and

laughs'

Then

he

sits

down.

There's

a loud

noise

-

he's

sitting on

his

guitar'

'Oh

no

My

guitar

My

beautiful

guitar

I

"''

Then

he

thinks

of the

money.

'I

can

buy

lots

of

guitars

now'

I

must

tell

Mary.'

He

goes

to

the

phone

to

call

her.

Then

he

stops

and

thinks,

'I

can't

tell

her on

the phone

That's

not

right'

But

how

am I

going

to

tell

her?'

He

sits

down,

on the

guitar

again.

There's

the

same

loud

noise.

Rick doesn't

hear

it.

'I

know.

I

can

write

her a

ncw

song

now.

I

can go

to

Glasgow

and

sing

it outside

her

wirr..low. Now

that's

c<¡ol '

17



Chapter

4

The

taxi

It's

late

and it's

dark. Barry

Green is

walking

down the

street.

The

police

are looking

for him.

He must

ger

away

quickly.

Then

a

taxi

comes

down

the süeet. But

Barry

hasnt

got any

money

and he can'r

rake

a raxi.

The

taxi

srops

ar

a

petrol

station

and

the

driver

puts

petrol

into

the

taxi. Then he

goes

into

the

shop. Barry

walks

across

the

streer

and looks

in

the

taxi.

The

keys are still in the car and the taxi

driver

is still in

the shop.

'It's

my

lucky

da¡'

Barry

thinks.

He

gets into the taxi and

drives

away.

18

19



Chapter

5

TVains

to

Glasgow?

It's

ten

o'clock.

Rick is

srill

in

his

flat.

He's

very

happy.

He

has a new

song and

he's

going

ro

see

M^ry.Everything

is

going

to

be

OK.

'\Vait,'

he

thinks.

'How

am

I

going

ro

ger

to

Glasgow?,

He

picks

up

the

phone.

.:3¡\i.**': 'Hello,'

fuck

says.

'\X/hen

is

the next

train

to

Glasgow?'

'From

where?'

a

woman asks.

'From

here,'

Rick

says.

'tVheret

here?' the woman asks again.

'

From

\Wallingford,'

Rick

answers.

fuck

hears

the woman

on a computer.

'Do

you

live in \fallingford,

sir?'

she asks.

'Yes.

\lhy

do

you

ask?'

fuck

answers.

'Theret

no

train

station

in'll'allingford,' she says.

'Oh

yeah,

you're

right.

\üíhat

about

planes?' asks

Rick.

Therek

no

answer.

;::'

;

)'",s',

21



Chapter

6 Rick

sto?s

a taxi

It's midnight. Rick

wants

to go

to Glasgow but docsn't

know how to

get

there. It's late and

there

are no tt'ains

or

buses.

He

leaves

his flat.

'Ihen

he

sees a taxi.

'Taxi

Stop 'fuck runs in

front o[tllc trtxi rtrtrl

it ,t,,¡,s.

The

driver

is

Barry

Green

and he

looks

vcry

ilrlgry.

# X.

--

'\lhat

do youwant?'

Barry asks.

'I'm

going

to

Glasgow,'

fuck says.

'Luclcyyoul

F{ave

a

nice time. Goodbye,'

Barry answers.

'No,

you dont

understand. I want

you

to

take

me.

This

is a

taxi,

isnt

it?'

fuck

doesnt

take

taxis

very

often. Then

he

smiles.

'Look,'

he says,

'it

says

"Taxi".'

'I

know

it's

a

taxi,'

says

tonight.' Then

Barry

thinks,

Barry,

'but

I'm

not

working

'l

havent

got

any money.'

23

22



'OK,'he

says,

'I

can

rake

you ro

Glasgow, but itt

going

to

be

a

lot

of

money.

It's five hundred

kilometres

to Glasgow.

That's

going

to

be

five hundred

pounds.'

fuck smiles.

'Five

hundred, five

thousand,'

he

says.

'That's

nothing. I

ve got

the

winning

lottery ticket.' fuck has

the

ticket in his hand.

'I'm

going to get eight million

pounds

for this ticket ' Rick

gets

into

the taxi.

Barry looks

at

the

ticket in Rickt

hand.

He looks

at

the

date. It's

todayb

date. He

looks

at the numbers

and then

he

lobks at

fuck's

face.

'I

dont

see

a

name

on the

ticket,'

Barry

says.

Rick laughs.

'There

arent

any names

on

lottery

tickets.'

'How

do they know

it's

your lottery

ticket then?' Barry

asks.

fuck

laughs

again.

'You

dont

know much

about lotteries,

do you?' he

says.

'I

ve

got

the

ticket

-

it's

my money. Easy.'

Barry

smiles.

'Eight

million?

You're

a

lucky

man,' he

says.

24

25



'I'm

never

going

to wo¡k

again,'fuck

tells Barry.

'Do

you

work

now?' Barry

asks.

'No,

I

dont,' Rick

says.

'I

play

music

and

write

songs.

And that's

what I'm

going to

do, all da¡

every

diy.

And

I'm

going

to

buy my

wife a ...'

Rick stops

and

thinks.

'lin

going

to

buy my

wife a ... That's

funny. I

don't know

what

she wants.'

Barry

isni

listening.

Het

thinking about the

eight

million

pounds.

Chapter

7

Goodúrya

/otery

ricÉet

..

Barry turns

to

fuck.

'\7e're

coming

to a

café. Do you

want a

coffee?'

he asks.

'No,

thanks,'

fuck

answers.

'l

only drink

tea.'

'Good.'

Barry smiles.

'\7e

can

have

tea.'

They stop and

go

into

the

cafe.

'Sit

down,' Barry

says,

'and

give

me

some

money.

I

can get

the drinks.'

Am I buying

your tea

too?'

fuck asks.

'You're

rich,

remember?'

Barry says.

Rick

gives

Barry the money

and Barry goes

to buy the

drinks.

Rick

sits

at the table and

takes out the

lottery

ticket.

Barly cornes

back

with

thc tca.

He

sees

the ticket

in Rick's

hancl ancl srnilcs.

Barry

puts the

tea

down

fast

on

the table. The

hot

tea

goes

on

to the table, and on to

Rick, and

on

to

the

ticket.

26

27



'Ow 'shouts

Rick.

'Ir's

hot. And it's

all over

rhe ticket.'

'Give

the

ticket to

nre '

shouts Barry

and

tries to

take

the

ticket.

But it's

wct with tea.

Now

Rick has

half the

ticket

andBarry

has

halfl

'Give

me

your

half

of the ticket ' Barry shouts.

'The

ticket

is

no

good

now,'

Rick

answers.

'Theret

tea on

it

and you

can't read the numbers. And there

are

two

halves.

Goodbye,

lottery ticket.

Goodbye, eight million

pounds.'

'\X{hat '

Barry

shouts.

Then

he

hears

a noise and hid

face

goes

white.

There's

a

police

car

outside the

cafe. Barry

turns

and

runs to

the door.

Rick

gets up

and

runs after him.

'Stopl'

Rick shouts,

but he forgets about

the

tea. Crash

fuck

falls and

his head

hits the

table.

Chapter

B

Where

am I?

Who

am I?

'\fhere

am I?'

asks

Rick.

He looks

at the

young

woman

and

asks,

Am I

dead?'

'No,

you're

in

a

cafe.'

'And

who

are

you?'

'I'm

Sarah. \X/ho

are

you?

.Vhat

are

you

doing

on

the

floor?'

'I'm

...'

Rick

thinks

for

a minute.

He

cant

remember

his

name.

He

cant

remember

anything.

'I

can'r

remember

my

name.

I cant

remember

an1'thing,'

he

says.

28

')

()



'Look

in

your

pockets,'

Sarah

says.

,Maybe

you,ve

got

omerlring

withyour

name

on

ft.,

Rrck

looks.

,No,

rh¡1e,s

nothing.

Vlait

aminure

...

,

He

akes

somerhing

from

/ri,

.ortpo.f.r

rrl

gr,.,

it

to

rhe

girl.

r's

a

photo

ofRick

playingnr,

grrr;^-

,'You

play

the

guitarl,t";

r";-:Crrr

rou

play

this?,she

asks.

She

gives

him

a

guirar.

Rick

takes

the

guirar

and

starrs

to

play.

Very

well.

'\flow,

you're

good '

Sarah

says.

,y;;l;

very

good.,

Rick

smiles

and

shorts,^

;6;;;;,T":'i,i

;:

J;:p

s,op'

Sarah

'Sorry?' Rick

asks.

'I'm

a

singer

and

im

g::".g..

sing

tomorrow.

Bur

my

uitar

player

isn'r

coming.

H.il."l,inr1r..

,r<l

you

wanr

ro

ome

and

playwith

me?'

Rick

thinks

for

a

minure.

.Well,

I

don,t

know

my

name,

I

clon'r

know

who

I

s/h,'rci¡rcyorri"gr"jl

or

whcre

I'm

going'

so

wh1'not?

'lrr

(il.rsgow,'

says

.Sar.ah.

'Glasgow?'says

Rick.

He

thinks

for

a

minure.

Are

you

From

Clasgow?'

Sarah

asks.

'I

don'¡

kro*,'Rick

answers.

30

3l



,{'*

Clralrtcr

9

Iú

like

winning

the

lottery

player

leaves

me and

l{icl<

and

his

new

friend

walk

out of

the

cafe.

They

look

very

h"ppy.

Sarah

turns

and smiles.

'Arent

I lucky?'

she

says.

'My

guitar

I find

you

in a café '

A police

car

drives

by.

Rick

and

Sarah

dont

see

Barry

in

the back

of

the

car.

'Yes,'

says

Rick.

'I'm

luclcy

too.

It's

like

winning

the

lottery ' * *

*

Sarah

and

Rick play

in Glasgow.

Everyone

loves

them'

'They

love us '

Sarah

shouts

to

Rick.

And

who's

that

woman

there?

Is

she a friend?'

'No,'

Rick

answers.

'I

dont

know

her.'

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