Читать книгу ‘Knocked out by my nunga-nungas.’ - Louise Rennison - Страница 28

When the three of us got to Alldays, Scotland’s premier nightspot, I couldn‘t believe it.

Alldays turns out to be a tiny twenty-four-hour supermarket.

Not a club or anything.

A bloody shop.

And all the “youth” (four Jock McThicks on bikes) just go WILD there. They hang around in the aisles in the shop, listening to the piped music! Or hang about outside on their pushbikes and go in the shop now and again to buy Coca Cola or Irn-Bru!

Sacré bloody bleu and quel dommage.