A rather sad bunch of characters effectively portrayed which are hard to forget. There were some odd pieces of writing I did like about the book as follow;
"...the words looked like a sort of street haiku, a bleak inventory of human life. You eat, you shit, they bury you. And if you're a middle-aged childless women, she thought, you bleed as well: uselessly, uselessly, month by month."
"At that moment the security guard intervened. A huge West Indian who never stopped smiling, he looked like a black Santa Claus." "Now then, lads let's calm down," he said in a voice that seemed to come from somewhere beneath the floor. He was still smiling merrily.