Do you want a chicken supper, Bobby Sands?

That’s what he sings.
It was the first time I had ever heard it.

Prisoners had started refusing food in the Crumlin jail. But this is before the whole hunger strike kicked off. And they’re singing this song.

Do you want a chicken supper, Bobby Sands?

Do you want a chicken supper, Bobby Sands?

Do you want a chicken supper, you dirty Fenian fucker?

Do you want a chicken supper, Bobby Sands?

Then fucking Tommy joins in. I’m staring over at him but he won’t catch my eye and he’s singing it along with the rest of them.

Do you want a chicken supper, Bobby Sands?

I fucking join in myself. What the fuck else was I going to do? And now we’re all singing this song, this song from out the future, which is where I’m talking from now, only this is back then, and Millington’s man starts making up new words on the spot, calling him Robert Sands and taking the pish.

Would you prefer a chicken doner, Robert Sands?

Or what about a black pudding supper, Robert Sands?

What about a black pudding supper, you dirty Fenian fucker?

What about a black pudding supper, Robert Sands?

Singing it in this fake posh English accent. It’s fucking horrible. But we’re acting like it’s the funniest thing in the world. Then Millington’s man announces it. Alright, he says, so youse are up for it? We’re up for it alright, Tommy says. Up for anything. But then I says to him, up for what exactly? I says. The orgy, he says to me. And Millington comes over and stands right in front of me and without a word she lifts her dress up and she’s not wearing any panties and she’s shaved her pussy, fuck me but she has only shaved her fucking pussy, I’ve never seen a fucking shaved pussy in my life, you were lucky to get a fucking clean pussy in Belfast, never mind one with all the hair trimmed, and without a thought I just fucking unzip my trousers and pull her down on top of me and fucking stick her right there. Lucky for me, because then her man fires into Horse-Breath and I see Tommy and Wonder Woman going at it on the couch.