It had been the perfect Friday afternoon, 它曾经是完美的周五下午，

the job was almost done. 这项工作几乎完成。

The house we were decorating was owned by a little old man, 我们装修房子是由一个小老头资，

forever in the same three piece suit he'd probabbly had since he was demobbed. 永远以同样三件套他会probabbly了，因为他是退伍。

He seemed to be forever on his way to the post office, 他似乎永远在路上的邮局，

carrying brown paper ansd string wrapped parcels under his arm. 携带牛皮纸ANSD串纸箱包裹在他的手臂上。

He'd bring us out china cups of camp coffee and plates of custard cream biscuits. 他会带我们走出营地咖啡中国杯和奶油冰淇淋饼干板。

The house had belonged to his parents who had both passed away within weeks of each other, a few years back. 这所房子曾经属于他的父母谁曾既逝周交相辉映，在几年之内回来。

They were the only people he had ever lived with, this was the only house he had ever lived in. 他们是他所住的唯一的人，这是他有史以来唯一的房子。

I wondered what would happen to the house when he's gone. 我不知道会发生什么样的房子时，他已经走了。

   

It was a short walk to my bedsit, once a similar house to the old man's, now broken into lots of single room accomodation. 这是一个很短的步行到我的bedsit ，一旦类似的房子给老人的，现在分成许多单间住宿。

It also once had a great garden like his, now occupied by one-storey modern block building, containing the dentist and chiropodist. 它也曾经有一个大花园像他的，现在由一个层的现代建筑块占据，包括牙医和手足病医生。

   

In my room was an electric cooker, which I only used in winter to keep warm, 在我的房间是一个电饭煲，我只用在冬季要注意保暖，

next to that was a sink with a glass shelf above it, on which was a toothbrush and carton of marlboro's. 旁边是用玻璃搁板上面一个接收器，其上是万宝路的牙刷和纸箱。

There was a table with a chair in one corner, a single bed in the other, and about four sq ft in the middle. 有有一张桌子和椅子在一个角落里，在其他一张单人床，并在中间大约四平方英尺。

There was a wooden drawer under the bed with most of my clothes in, the rest was over the back of the chair. 有床底下一个木抽屉里我大部分的衣服，剩下的就是在椅背上。

I had a record player on a table and boxes of records underneath. 我有一个表的下方记录盒电唱机。

The bathroom for the first and the second floor was opposite my room, 浴室的第一和第二层是相反的我的房间，

it had a meter for the water which took two 50pence pieces, you'd have to wait half an hour for the water to heat up, and keep an eye on the door in case some sod pinched your bath. 它有一米的水历时2 50pence片，你就必须要等待一个半小时的水升温，并留意门的情况下，一些草皮捏你洗澡。

There was one toilet upstairs and one outside, but no one used the outside one anymore, so it was where the local prostitutes would take their clients for a quickie. 有一个厕所在楼上，一个在外部，但没有人使用的外1了，所以这是其中本地妓女会采取他们的客户的一个匆匆。

I'd spend as little time as I could in my room, my skin was still warm and soft from the bath as I walked into town. 我想花尽可能少的时间，因为我可以在我的房间，我的皮肤还是温暖的，柔软的浴我走进城里。

   

So I was sat on my usual bar stool in my usual pub by 6.30, the usual twelve or so regulars in at this time of the evening, nice and relaxed before the post 8.00 crush, we'd crowd around the tiny bar then pool tables, the house rule for fool was winner stays on, you'd chalk your name on the balckboard, and wait your turn. The challenger would pay for the game, so if you were good, you 'd play all night.Tonight I was great. 所以我在晚上，很轻松的心情后8.00美眉面前的这个时候坐在我平时的吧凳，我平时酒馆6.30 ，一般的12个左右的常客中，我们都会挤过来的小条，然后台球桌，府治的傻瓜是赢家岿然不动，你会在balckboard粉笔您的姓名，并等待轮到你了。挑战者将支付进行游戏，所以如果你是好的，你倒是玩night.Tonight我是很大的。

She walked into the pool room just as I potted the black, the next name on the list, bent down to the slot on the table and put coins in. 她走进了台球室就在我盆栽黑，下一个名字就行了，弯腰在桌子上的插槽中，把硬币放在研究。

I was used to seeing her surrounded by burgundy flocked wallpaper and red velvet upholstery in the sunday night pub around the corner; she looked different stood here in the pool room, she looked good, she was looking at me. 我是看惯了她的周围是勃艮第的墙纸和红色天鹅绒内饰在拐角处的周日晚上的酒吧;她看着站在不同的台球室在这里，她看起来很不错，她看着我。

I ended the game as quickly as I could, without losing badly and stood near her. 我结束比赛尽快尽我所能，不失严重，站在她身边。

"Would you like a drink?", she asked. "I get them. What do you want?" I replied. "The same as you're having", she said. “你想喝点什么吗？ ”她问。 “我让他们。你想干什么？ ”我回答。 “和你一样遇到了” ，她说。

The great thing about being a regular when the bars turned deep is it only takes a raised eyebrow and a couple of nods, and two bottles of Holster Pils had been passed over people's heads to you. We did the pool room dance for a while, moving to" excuse me"'s bending around elbows and pool cues until we decided to move on 关于是经常在酒吧变成深深的伟大的事情是，只需要扬扬眉毛和一对夫妇点头的，和两瓶皮套比尔森已被越过人们的头脑给你。我们做的桌球室跳舞了一会儿，移动到“原谅我”的身边肘部和球杆弯曲，直到我们决定继续前进

It was too early to go to the club, so we went around the corner to the Sunday night pub. It was still quite busy on a Friday night, full of couples and students. It had a reputation as a gay bar, probably why the students came in, to feel safe. 这是太早去俱乐部，所以我们去街角的星期天晚上的酒吧。这仍然是相当忙碌的一个星期五晚上，全夫妇和学生。它有一个美誉的同性恋酒吧，也许就是为什么学生进来，感到安全。

She was my dream, we drank pernod and blacks, talked about John Barry, Ford Cortinas (she preferred the Mark 3), what was best: gel or Brylcream? I preferred the Brylcream. 她是我的梦想，我们喝了保乐力加和黑人，谈到约翰·巴里，福特Cortinas （她更喜欢马克3 ） ，什么是最好的：凝胶或Brylcream ？我更喜欢Brylcream 。

She even agreed On Her Majesty's Secret Service was the best Bond film, if you accept it as a whole and not just get hung up about George Lazenby. 她甚至同意在陛下的特勤局是最好的邦德电影，如果你接受它作为一个整体，而不只是先挂了乔治拉赞贝。

She smoked Silkcuts, she didn't mind Marlboros, but we both had a fondness for Old Port cigars 她熏Silkcuts ，她并不介意万宝路，但我们都进行了喜爱老港雪茄

We moved down to the club. Upstairs for a couple of onion bhajis went down to the quiet bar, near the dance floors. 我们向下移动到俱乐部。楼上的一对夫妇洋葱bhajis的就下到安静的酒吧，靠近舞池。

We decided to leave early, you wouldn't want to be there in the end, when the lights came on. You'd never sit down in here again. In a depressing shuffle we pushed to the door, now it was good to get up and out, while it was still a black hole, warm, and smokey, full of possibilities... 我们决定提前离开，你不会想在那里结束，当灯光亮起。你不会在这里再坐下。在我们推到了门口一个令人沮丧的洗牌，现在是很好的起床了，虽然它仍然是一个黑洞，温暖，烟熏，充满可能性...

   

She lived by the river, the other side of town, queue for taxis was hell as usual, next to the late night chippy, the worst chips you could buy, but at this time of night, full. Outside fights and throwing up. We jumped in the taxi, nothing mattered but us. 她住在河边，城市的另一边，排队等候出租车的地狱像往常一样，旁边的夜副井后期，最坏的芯片，你可以买，但在晚上的这个时候，全。外面打架，扔了。我们跳上出租车，没有什么要紧，但我们。

Back at hers, a bedsit in a house similar to mine, she'd done something, painted three walls, put up some old fifties star wall paper, a big Bowie poster and some nice curtains, it would be easy for me to change my woodchip magnolia bedsit standard. Afterall, it was my job. She had a few lamps here and there were some candles. She made us proper hot chocolate, not the instant shit you get from the machine. She had Fox'sbiscuits and a small bottle of Cointreau, too. The end of a perfect day. The taste of chocolate, cigarette, and orange liqueur made it even seem better. I undid her tartan miniskirt, pulled off her black wool tights, my lips moved up her legs... What the fuck? I had a large hard dick poking me in the eye. "Shit! you're a chap!" I felt like jumping through the window, screaming, I couldn't move... 回到她的一个bedsit的房子类似地雷，她做了什么，画三面墙，把一些旧的五十年代明星壁纸，大宝儿的海报和一些漂亮的窗帘，这将是容易的，我要改变我木屑玉兰bedsit标准。毕竟，这是我的工作。她有几个灯在这里，到处都是一些蜡烛。她让我们正确的热巧克力，而不是即时狗屎，你从本机获得。她Foxsbiscuits和一小瓶君度的了。完美的一天结束。巧克力，香烟，橙利口酒的味道使得它甚至似乎更好。 í解开她的格子呢短裙，脱下她的黑色羊毛裤袜，我的嘴唇动了动她的腿......什么他妈的？我有一个大的硬家伙戳我的眼睛。 “妈的！你是一个小伙子！ ”我觉得跳窗，尖叫，我动弹不得......

She... he...still looked the same... I had a pain in my head, I wanted to do something, say something... 她......他......看上去还是一样......我有一个疼我的头，我想要做什么，说些什么...

He was holding me, sobbing... "you must have known, how could you not tell?" And "I love you, I can be your woman..." His eyes were still beautiful, deep brown, his lips still chocolatey and orangey. 他抱着我，抽泣着...... “你应该知道，你怎么能不知道？ ”和“我爱你，我可以做你的女人...... ”他的眼睛依然美丽，深褐色，他的嘴唇还在的巧克力和橙。

"Shit!" I said, "I was never a breast man, anyway..." “妈的！ ”我说， “我从来就不是一个乳房的男人，反正... ”