We'll get up when we like. Eat when we like. Drink when we like. Play the stereo loud if we choose. Dance naked through our rooms.
I'd just cleared my stuff away and put some clothes on when there was a knock at the door. It was Yoyo, come to return a hammer he'd borrowed a couple of days before. He didn't say what he wanted it for and I didn't ask ' though I noticed, in taking it back, a dark red splotch of something on the head. I still didn't ask. His business is his business.
"Mr Benefit? I'm calling from the Daily Mail. "Really? Well, you can go fuck a camel.
¦he swings his arse over from the end of the bed and into the armchair and reaches down to click on the kettle
Monday 12th December 2005 ' 12:17 am A very good while later, after we'd put some more air in that whisky bottle, Sherlock and I stepped out into the night and Denise locked the door behind us. Everyone else had long gone. Sherlock stood in the lee of the door and fashioned a rollie, which he lit with the Zippo he keeps on a string around his neck. Looking up, I saw Denise's light go on in the room above the bar. Her shadow passed across the blinds and dropped out of sight as she collapsed on her sofa. I knew that feeling.