Jack Vettriano Lazy Hazy Days

And then the man was inside, without actually appearing to have moved, and kicking the door shut in the landlord's face.
'Dibbler's the name,' the grin went on. 'C. M. O. T. Dibbler. I dare say you've heard of me?'
'Gook!'
'I ain't talking to you! I'm talking to you other guys.'
'No,' said Buddy, 'I don't think we have.'
The grin appeared to widen.
'I hear you boys are in a bit of trouble,' start.'
'What about the furniture?' said Buddy.
'Oh, stuff gets busted here every night,' said Dibbler expansively. 'Hibiscus was just having you on. I'll square it with him. Confidentially, you want to watch out for people like him.'
He leaned forward. If his grin had been any wider the top of his head would have fallen off.
'This city, boys,' he said, 'is a jungle.'said Dibbler. 'Broken furniture and whatnot.''We're not even going to get paid,' said Cliff, glaring at Glod.'Well now,' said Dibbler, 'it could just be that I could help you there. I'm a businessman. I do business. I can see you boys are musicians. You play music. You don't want to worry your heads about money stuff, right? Gets in the way of the creative processes, am I right? How about if you leave that to me?''Huh,' said Glod, still smarting from the insult to his financial acumen. 'And what can you do?''Well,' said Dibbler, ' I can get you paid for tonight, for a
'If he can get us paid, I trust him,' said Glod.