Holy Cow! [antikvár]

PREFACEA Good Hand JobNew DelM airport 1988'Madam, pleazzzzzzzzzze.'A high-pitched wheezy whine in my ear.'For the final time, fuuuuuuuck off.'My low growl through clenched teeth is a shamefully unoriginal, pathetic response, but it's all I'm capable of at two on Christmas morning. For three days my friend Nic and I have been sitting on plastic airport chairs waiting for the stifling, stinky smog to lift. For three nights I've lain on a bed in an airport hotel listening to Nic bounce the sounds of violent double-ender projectile vomits and diarrhoea explosions off the bathroom walls.India is Hotel California: you can check out anytime you like, but you can never leave.Tonight, in such a lovely place, the voices down my ear corridor belong to the airport toilet cleaner. He has abandoned his post at the urinal to pursue his part-time job as a) IV'. 'i.il':i '.in.h I