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If you give Brian May the traditional ‘thumbs up’ to let him know
you’re awake, turn to page 43.
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Your instinct proves wrong; Brian has never played Street Fighter II,
and has no idea of the tactical advantages of repeated sweeping kicks.
His hair, it turns out, prophesises his future combat manoeuvres like a
keratinous Nostrodamus.
You leap into the air, your arms glued to your sides, like an audience
member at a punk rock concert circa 1979.
As you land, Brian’s veiny fist hurtles into your orbit, following the
vector laid out so clearly by his quivering coiffure, and he socks you
right in the chomper.
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You get up and fetch Brian his morning coffee. His mood softens, he
gives you an approving nod. His billowing hair accentuates the
movement, gives it a flamboyant accent.
You sit together in wistful domestic silence.
“So, David… are you ready for tonight’s outing?”
“I am, Brian. This is the most exciting thing I’ve done since I checked
on the field voles at the Download Festival”.
Brian spreads out crumpled paperwork onto the bed. Maps of forests,
fields, streams. Routes marked in red. Colour-coded markers. You
both examine it, make amendments. Battle-plans.
You watch Trisha. Rinder. Flog It.
The day drips away. It’s evening.
You watch Pointless whilst Brian makes a big batch of stew.
“Ok David – it’s time. Let’s go, friend.”
You both head out into the evening; turn to page 111.
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The atmosphere gets hot and close, like the sun from Venus.
You call Brian a saggy faced mop without a bucket.
He repeats his cruel and inaccurate comment about your so-called
‘silly hat’, this time amplifying it with the word ‘very’. You call him a
‘big-nosed cholera bat’.
He calls you a ‘scruffy tart’. He ups the ante, calling you ‘a grotesque
cuntfart’ with an ‘immensely silly hat’.
Sooner or later, you’re engaged in a physical fracas, right outside the
entrance to Cropley’s Corn Maze.
You strike first; fist enters face.
Globules of translucent punch-juice splatter the kerb in slow motion.
Brian nurses his jaw, gets into position to return fire.
Before he’s even started to swing his strummer, his hair trembles, like
the fleshy red comb of a fighting cock.
Could it be that his steely mane is telegraphing the direction of his
planned strike?
You heed the hair, dodging to your left; turn to page 140
You ignore the hair, and jump up, assuming that Brian is going to do
one of those sweeping floor kicks that always works on Street Fighter
II; turn to page 12
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Choose from three of the following objects and write them down on
a piece of paper: Video Camera, Tape Recorder, Ham Sandwich,
Torch, Unsalted Butter
If you strike back with a comment about his hair/face, turn to page 65
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