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(hummmm) Bowling shoes. Dartboard.
Dogs in the boot.
Volume two. Same crew.
Queue out the door and we've all made a choice,
Jamie orders calm, dad orders with his whole voice.
Sauce level talk like a serious debate,
somebody goes hotter than they can actually take.
Hands smell like it for the rest of the night,
the napkin situation never once goes right.
Nobody says a word for the first four bites — that's how
you know that the order came out right.
JAMIE'S AWESOME — knows where we're going before we do.
MY DAD'S AWESOME — says "whatever you fancy" and he means it
too. Loud day, quiet day,
mud or gold, they turn up,
they hold, they hold,
they hold. Both of 'em awesome.
Big glass
and the lights doing what they do,
whole place humming and the day's still new.
We said an hour.
We are never an hour.
Escalator up, escalator down,
escalator power. Half the plan's decided by whoever's hungry first,
the other half gets argued and it ends up worse.
Arcade noise like a wall you walk in — tokens gone in
minutes and we'd go again.
Shoes that fit nobody,
laces far too long,
somebody puts a rude name in and it's there all night long.
Ball too heavy, ball too light,
Dad's run-up is a crime against sight.
Jamie quietly stacking spares up the board,
acting like she isn't keeping score.
Bumpers up, bumpers down — full-scale war.
Loser gets the next round.
That's the law.
JAMIE'S AWESOME — quietly winning and not making a sound.
MY DAD'S AWESOME — loses the frame,
still buys the round.
Loud day, quiet day,
mud or gold, they show up,
they hold, they hold,
they hold. Both of 'em awesome.
Chalk it up, count it back,
take the oche, Dad's throw is smoother than it's got a right
to be. Jamie doing subtraction at speed,
calling out the number that he's gonna need.
I shout the big one like I've earned it — I did
not earn it. We've all learned it.
Double to finish, one dart in hand — you don't quit a
leg 'til there's nothing to land.
Then the trees.
Then the mud. Then the leads come off.
Reggie in his element — big daft wolf.
Russia's three legs doing more than most fours,
Riley announcing every noise outdoors,
Elsie in the puddle she was warned about,
nobody's in charge — that's what it's about.
And there's the spot we stop where the noise goes thin.
I sit. You let me.
Never ask me why.
That's the whole thing.
That's the whole thing.
Nobody out here needs me to be more.
I'm enough as I stand.
I was enough before.
Jamie, you're the loveliest thing this lot got right,
you make an ordinary Tuesday feel like a night.
And dad's the perfect partner — I won't say it soft —
he found the one and he is not letting off.
You laugh at his jokes,
the bad ones, the worst,
laugh like you've never once heard that one first.
Nobody's the sidekick, nobody's the guest — two halves of a daft
and a brilliant mess.
Me? I get it wrong about a hundred times.
Hundred and first, the whole thing aligns.
I don't give up.
It's the one trick I've got.
Picked it up in a car with this exact lot.
JAMIE'S AWESOME
— knows where we're going before we do.
MY DAD'S AWESOME — says "whatever you fancy" and he means it
too. Four dogs, one car,
no sense, one home,
loud day, quiet day,
mud or gold — they turn up,
they hold, they hold,
they hold. BOTH OF 'EM AWESOME.
BOTH OF 'EM AWESOME.
Hot sauce.
Bowling shoes. Chalk and mud.
Four dogs flat out.
All good.
Her laugh. (hahaha)