The Devil Rides Out
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Birkenhead, 1973. The eighteen-year-old Paul O'Grady gets ready for a big Saturday night out on the town. New white T-shirt, freshly ironed jeans, looking good. As he bids farewell to his mum, who's on the phone to his auntie, and wanders off down the street in a cloud of aftershave, he hears her familiar cry: 'Oh, the devil rides out tonight, Annie. The Devil rides out!' The further adventures of Paul O'Grady - following on from the million-copy-selling At My Mother's Knee - are, if anything, even more hilarious and outrageous than what has come before. As Paul struggles to get to grips with unexpected fatherhood and bereavement, he searches high and low for a job that lasts and somehow finds himself getting married in the process. Work takes him from an abattoir to a children's home, from a hospital to a nightclub, and from penthouse to pavement. Along the way, he takes his first-Savage steps on stage, tastes the exotic delights of Manila and invades Poland ...To say that "The Devil Rides" Out is action-packed is an understatement. Its extraordinary cast of characters includes lords and ladies, the legendary Vera, a serial killer, more prostitutes than you can shake a stick at and drag queens of every shape and size. Wickedly funny, often moving, and searingly honest, Paul's tales of the unexpected will make your jaw drop and your hair stand on end. And you'll laugh like a drain. "The Devil Rides Out" - one hell of a read!
the flat. ‘I’ll have to go for a slash, Sadie, I’m burstin’,’ he shouted, making a dash for the lav. ‘Put those wigs on the hooks in the hall, will you.’ I looked at the blond crash helmet of a wig that I was holding and felt an overwhelming urge to put it on. I couldn’t resist wigs and still can’t, if I see one it has to go on my head. Alistair was audible through the wall, groaning with relief as he peed. It sounded like it was going to be a long one so I was safe for the moment. Going to the
then,’ she sighed, breaking the silence and turning the ignition back on. ‘If I can’t get you to change your mind I’d be grateful if you’d hop it before I start blubbing.’ Standing on the pavement watching her pull out from the kerb I felt a hard ball of misery forming in the back of my throat, making it impossible to swallow without producing strange gulping noises. I was never much of a hero when it came to saying goodbye. ‘Turn again, Whittington, three times Lord Mayor of London!’ she
cleaned to within an inch of our lives. Return to dining room, supervise playtime, making sure that any of the kids who need changing or medication are sorted out. Take Stephen to the loo. Return kids to school. 2pm One hour’s break so sit in the staff room drinking tea and smoking as leaving the building is not encouraged. 3pm Return reluctantly to the unit. Sit on a bed with Roma, another housemother, swinging our legs and chatting until Dickie arrives unexpectedly and enquires if we have
flattened the whole bloody aviary. And so, packing up the LPs again, I took the train with Angela, who was a little miffed at having her seaside holiday cut short, to London. By the time we’d pulled into Victoria Station, Norman and Littlehampton were ancient history. I had over fifty quid in my post office savings book and two weeks’ wages in my pocket and for the first time since I’d half-heartedly believed that I could make a go of it with a complete stranger in a quiet little seaside town I
‘They looked like a pair of Al Jolsons,’ my ma replied, laughing. ‘but remember the mess! Soot everywhere.’ ‘Yes, but we soon got it cleared up in the end,’ Rose said, getting up. ‘Where’s that corned beef? I’ll make your mam a little butty.’ ‘It’s all right, Rose, I can do that,’ my mother said, pulling herself up off the sofa. ‘No you won’t, Molly, you just stay where you are, you’ve just had a bloody heart attack.’ Talk about the Friendly Ladies Society. I took a sly look at my ma’s face