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217 pages, ebook
First published January 1, 2010
He's beautiful because he's not and he doesn't care.












"It's good for you. The closet's rubbish. People need to stop wasting the space and fill it with clothes instead."


"Like it don't matter if you're insane if you find someone who's insane in the opposite way cos then it fits like my Hedwig tattoo."










“…how it all happened, even the weird stuff weren’t really weird cos it worked, I needed it like that and I think you needed it too right? Like it don’t matter if you’re insane if you find someone else who’s insane in the opposite way cos then it fits like my Hedwig tattoo.” - Pip.
“Valentine’s wearing a dark red tartan dress with a corset bodice and massive fluffy petticoats holding the skirt out, thick black tights, chunky biker boots, a gun metal-grey steel necklace dripping strings of jade beads. He looks a disgusting, grotesque mess. Lindsay’s hard in an instant.”
"Lindsay actually feels a tiny twinge of that old helpless emotion - not love, he's come to terms with how much he loves him whether it makes sense or not, but the strange old feeling of needing him happy above everything else in the world."
“Ugh, fucking hell, who goes dogging in a Mondeo?” - Pip
"You're a rose, you're a pearl, you're the spin on my world. Now ANSWER YOUR FUCKING PHONE.
From laughs to tears:
"You shouldn't want to hear it all the time, you know I do and it's nobody else's business, I don't want them listening in, it's bad enough just saying it to you."
"It shouldn't be bad, it's a nice thing."
"I love you, Mr. Brown," Lindsay says, soft and awkward, and Pip squeezes his eyes shut so he can't cry.
But somehow one weathers it all with a smile:
"Next question. Slow and sensual or fast and filthy?"
"Depends how much alcohol is involved and whether you've been getting on my nerves or not."