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He put his arm around my shoulder and pulled me into him... another man has never done that to me, but it was right for Mick to do it... he knew what I felt.

a crisp falls on the floor... Debrah clocks it, but puts it to the back of her mind.

Terrific, Pauline, condoms for my golf clubs...

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sometimes want to say 'Look, this is bloody ridiculous, will you please come out from under my rhododendrum bush, it is bright lilac and youse are dressed in khaki, did youse learn nothing about camouflage'

I know it's not ideal to go to work in the morning and trip over two squaddies crouched in your driveway... and you see your kids rushing past them munchin' away at their toast, but sometimes I look into those scared eyes looking up at me and (cont)

before that awful night in November I accepted myself, put up with myself but what does a man do when he loathes himself?

The river was dark and slimy and I stared and stared trying to see the bottom but years of silt and moss and pollution made it impossible. Maybe at one time it was clear... crystal clear, but never again.

the road was hiving with black cabs and women and children and army tanks and normality

I looked at my wife, I looked at her and I said to myself 'I don't love you, you have become a habit, like my jammy dodgers and my own special mug, we exist together.'