Like I said, so what?’‘I think you’d like Miles Davis.’ Sunglasses laughed at the joke. Tatum didn’t get it, but she felt they were toying with her like cats pulling strands from a ball of wool.‘Never fucking heard of him. Like I said, so what?

Your family, the O’Neills, guns, IRA?’‘No, Unionists.’‘Fuck! You’re not even on the right side. If it weren’t so fucking dangerous, it’d be funny!

Superficial, ha! With me, what you see is what you get?’Bill, looked up from his drink, ‘Now that is deep!

Examining the tangle of assorted wires and leads, there seemed to be every cable ever made, but none with the right combination. Frustration brought him to the boil, as he yanked and tugged at this unyielding ball. He only succeeded in winding them into ever-tighter knots.

It just seemed so unmanly – just like his poetry. He’d rather fight the biggest guy in the club than submit to that much scrutiny.

He had a thick moustache, and his eyes peered out from his long, lank black greasy hair, like a light from a cinema screen before the drab velvet curtains had been fully withdrawn.

Jack was excellent at his job as long as he stuck to Mr Lemon’s instructions, ‘Always be nice to the customers, even if some of them are arrogant assholes.