She waved a hand, depraved by arthritis. “I thought that Prithy was the most stultifyingly depressing little shitebag that had ever washed up on this beach but apparently I was wrong.
So shoot me you execrable little pissant, shoot me in my guts where it is going to hurt the most and do it now before I rip you apart with my fucking teeth.”
I decided, on balance , given that my cheekbone had been shattered and the word “Teflon” had been burnt in reverse onto my forehead, that I had better pop in to A and E.”
“At open day, between Geography and History, he has 10 minute appointments with parents who want to murder their children. It’s more common than you might imagine.”
He learnt that there was a poverty in love and a purity in hatred, that if he was to survive he must climb onto the shoulders of his victims to avoid becoming one himself.