Jimi Noir - Adele

[Desiremakesmeweak]

Ho there Noir-dude.

Adele. For the film theme music. Ray Charles is not with us, so there'll be no 'In The He-e-eat of the Ni-i-ight.'

But we have Adele.

'Hello.'

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YQHsXMglC9A

We have... Adele.

And it's gonna be a black black night out there.

 

[NOIRTRASH]

Ho there Noir-dude.

Adele. For the film theme music. Ray Charles is not with us, so there'll be no 'In The He-e-eat of the Ni-i-ight.'

But we have Adele.

'Hello.'

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YQHsXMglC9A

We have... Adele.

And it's gonna be a black black night out there.

There are things darker than night. Raymond Chandler

 

[Desiremakesmeweak]

Heavy fog, yellowish street-lamps, a shiny black car, things darker than night...

The only real tough guy I know of, well, I'm not sure how he would fit into the glamour of the noir scene.

Mark Brandon 'Chopper' Read. The real deal.

This guy shot another guy and told him - give me your word you won't say who shot yer and I'll drive you to hospital. So that guy promised, and Chopper took him to hospital. But the fellow spills the beans about who shot him and Chopper does six years.

Afterwards, ten years later, Chopper has become a stage personality for a lot of varied reasons, and at a show, this guy turns up, asks for an autographed copy of a Chopper Read book, and Chopper tells him, 'come round back...'

Where he shoots him, kills him this time, and buries his body in a hole he digs next to a sports ground. And gets away with it.

In his confession on national television, following a terminal diagnosis, he says: 'the stupid bastard. I shot him with his own gun. Hahahahaha. WITH HIS OWN GUN. Can yer believe it. Stupid bastard.'

 

[NOIRTRASH]

Heavy fog, yellowish street-lamps, a shiny black car, things darker than night...

The only real tough guy I know of, well, I'm not sure how he would fit into the glamour of the noir scene.

Mark Brandon 'Chopper' Read. The real deal.

This guy shot another guy and told him - give me your word you won't say who shot yer and I'll drive you to hospital. So that guy promised, and Chopper took him to hospital. But the fellow spills the beans about who shot him and Chopper does six years.

Afterwards, ten years later, Chopper has become a stage personality for a lot of varied reasons, and at a show, this guy turns up, asks for an autographed copy of a Chopper Read book, and Chopper tells him, 'come round back...'

Where he shoots him, kills him this time, and buries his body in a hole he digs next to a sports ground. And gets away with it.

In his confession on national television, following a terminal diagnosis, he says: 'the stupid bastard. I shot him with his own gun. Hahahahaha. WITH HIS OWN GUN. Can yer believe it. Stupid bastard.'

The ending of my tale is simple though an ending seemed impossible when I started thinking about it. But I used what I know of people and courts, and a dandy ending became obvious.