Hangover Square

“So, I’m off home to Norway tomorrow to look after my grandmother,” TechBoy says. We’re sitting on a sofa in the pub, drinking gin and slimline tonic (me) and lager (him). “How old is grandmother?” I ask. He’s my age – thirty five – so she must be getting on a bit, I think. “She’s […]

Silence Of The Heart

“It’s tragic, what happened to Gazza,” I say. “All that talent and he ends up like…” “Well, he made some bad choices,” HorseBoy says, spearing a green olive with a toothpick. We’re at the restaurant underneath the train tracks. He’s made it here – all the way from Japan and then Surrey. Wasn’t sure he’d […]