The Bare Bum Gang And The Holy Grail - Plot & Excerpts
This was where a tramp lived. A tramp like King Arthur. ‘This is the one, isn’t it?’ said Noah quietly. In fact the whole world seemed strangely silent. Up here there was no traffic noise, no sounds of children playing, no sounds of life at all. I nodded. ‘Smells of wee,’ said Jamie. Do you think King Arthur always lived here?’ Jenny asked. ‘No,’ I replied, ‘I think he moved in when everyone else moved out. Or maybe he lived here years ago before they built the tower, when they had proper houses. That’s probably it. I bet he wanted to end his days here, back where he began, just up a bit higher.’ We moved slowly through the flat. From the hall I stuck my head into the kitchen. It was a wreck, with old pots and pans, and broken plates, and cups without handles. It was just the useless stuff that the people left behind when they moved out. I didn’t think King Arthur had done much cooking in there. The living room was bare except for a sofa with the foam padding bursting out, as if it had been blasted with a shotgun.
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