Jack Vettriano Jealous Heart

Jack Vettriano Jealous HeartJack Vettriano Incident On The PromenadeJack Vettriano in the heat of the day
'He'll say ook.'
'Anyway, that piano's going to need some work.'
'Yeah,' said Cliff. 'Like, I saw once where dis guy made stuff out of matches. He could repair it.'
A couple of dollars became two lamb kormas and pitchblende vindaloo at the Curry Gardens, along with a bottle of wine so chemical that even trolls could drink it.
'And after this,' said knows about pianos.'
'Magic,' said Cliff.
'Of course magic,' said Glod. 'That's what I keep saying. AGlod, as they sat down to wait for the food, 'we'll find somewhere else to stay.''What wrong with your place?' said Cliff.'It's too draughty. It's got a piano‑shaped hole in the door.''Yes, but you put it there.''So what?''Won't the landlord object?''Of course he'll object. That's what landlords are for. Anyway, we're on the up and up, lads. I can feel it in my water.''I thought you were just happy to get paid,' said Buddy.'Right. Right. But I'm even happier to get paid a lot.'The guitar hummed. Buddy picked it up, and plucked a string.Glod dropped his knife.'That sounded like a piano!' he said.'I think it can sound like anything,' said Buddy. 'And now it