The alternative history of Betty's Clinic in ten and a half chapters

(By Nigel)


Saturday july 3rd

Phil gazed out across the fields and in the distance lay sheffield a city that shone beanth the grime and sweat of a thousand decompasing steel workers. All sheffield had now was music after all music was all that matteretd. Phil wanted tyo be in a band he had guitar but he wanted to be out there on a stage playing classic cords such as G or D. Deciding to take his dream and make it into reality he started the long journey to Sheffield packing his bag he looked fondly over what he would be leaving behind. Did he really want to go yes for the future was music and he wanted a future.

Phil had been walking for what seemed like days but really had been only ten minutes he reached a drinking tarven called the Grapes it was here that he had been told by one of the ex steel workers, who now sat in their hundreds on the city streets surfering from leperarsy and fleas, that the new sheffield was being born. Entering the bar was walking into heaven the seats glwed of gold the holy vibes bounced from wall to wall the arctutire created by thousnad s of slaves over the years was breath taking . Taking of his shoes, which was necessary in such holy places he noticed a few youtghs sat round a table crasping pints of sweet smelloing nectre they looked tired they too had made the journey to the holyn grail of sheffield music. Phil pulled up apew and sat down he intorduced himself and soon phil had some new found friends they were looking for a gutiarst and singer phil nearly jumped out of his seat in fact he did jump out of his seat I caN play I caqnplay his new found friends looked pleased they hadn't wexcpected to findf a gutiarst so quickly. The motley crüe walked to the bar each was stamped and given a form to fill in once they had filled it in they were issued with their licnes and set on there way...this was just the begining for seeds of betty's clinic had been sowed things were good. phil was so exicted he kicked one of the dying steel workers "its ok for you" gaspsed the steel worker" you can break away from this place " phil kicked him again he didn't like dirty scum talking to him
The steel worker withered and deid

Sunday july 4th

Phil watched neighbours and had ten wanks and forty winks.

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