Quote: John Cale, Oct 2010Late getting paid again. I've had to borrow money for my weekly bus pass.
You ever get a loan off a twelve year old? It's not nice. And his interest rate's despicable
Reminds me of when I used to lend money to my older sister. That stopped after the following exchange:
Sister: How much do I owe you?
Me: €110
Sister: Is it alright if I pay you next month? Me and John (her boyfriend) are going to London.
Me: Yeah, I suppose so
Sister: Thanks. And I'm pregnant.
My sister had a strange way of giving me news. Same sort of thing happened a few years before that. I was 11, and it was a Sunday morning. So she came down to my room to wake me up for Mass. It was also her birthday.
Sister: (bursts in through door and starts jumping on my bed) IT'S MY BIRTHDAY! IT'S MY BIRTHDAY! IT'S MY BIRTHDAY! IT'S MY BIRTHDAY! IT'S MY BIRTHDAY! IT'S MY BIRTHDAY! Now come on, Mam says to get up for Mass. And Princess Diana is dead.
Mal: Appears we got here just in the nick of time. What does that make us?
Zoë: Big damn heroes, sir.
Mal: Ain't we just.