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"Are you sure it's here?" Asks the driver in a doubtful voice, as Dan eagerly

points to the building that’s barely lit.
"Yes, it’s alright mate, we live here."

The ecstatic company pays the cabdrivers, and one by one they walk up a steep

metal staircase that leads into the building, which leads up to the first floor
where the flat is.

"Is it possible to buy something to eat nearby here?"

Matt stares out into the abandoned industrial area, while standing on the stairs,
holding on to the wobbly railing. There still isn’t any light from inside the flat,

and though the others have walked over the high doorstep and are waiting
inside, it still feels a bit shady.

"Yes, at Wong’s. It's a little Chinese barbecue," Winnie replies. “You’ll get there

by going right from down here on the street; it's our local eater, it only takes
about five minutes or something like that. I believe Wong stays open ‘till around

one."

Matt nods attentively. "And some more beers as well?" asks Matt as he’s
walking down the stairs, Winnie follows. A voice from inside the room erupts

“Just a moment!” It’s Dan. Now, there are many weird sounds from inside the flat
that they hear; a high humming noise and a big thump, and then the light got

switched on. They hear Dan’s voice once again;

"Welcome to The Skillers' – the great London band and their fabulous London-
flat, " He’s laughing as he’s saying the words, and with an overly grand hand

gesture he introduces the group to his shabby residence.

A strange stench of oil and tobacco-smoke permeates the three rooms that
make up his flat. It seems as if that smell has always been there.

Eugene have gotten used to it by now. Well, his old room on top of the old pub

“The Swan” back in Wigan was both cold and hoary because of the shabby
windows in the room, that couldn’t keep out the cold, which made the room

almost uninhabitable during the three worst winter months of December,

January and February. But Linn from “The Swan” gave him a small electric
radiator so that he could at least be in the room without freezing to death as she

put. A stark contrast to the prison cells that Eugene has resided in, they have
always been warm, and twice a week he had at least had the opportunity to clean