“Anyone
else in tonight, Phiz?”
“Everyone,”
Phiz said. “At least, they all said they were, I’m expecting Sammy back from
work any minute, and Jim called to say he was bringing a couple of mates from
the pub. I think you know one of them, Jim said his name was Gerry? Or maybe it
was Terry, Jim had a mouthful of pasty at the time, you know how he doesn’t
ever seem to stop eating, I don’t know where he puts all that food, and Polly’s
coming round with Evie and another girl I never met, on their way out to the
pub for the night.” The words spilled out of Phiz as always, when he was away
from his boyfriend’s calming influence. “It’s the Cup semi-final, remember?
Sammy filled the fridge with home bake pizzas and beer at lunch time, and
Chandra postponed dinner with his girlfriend’s family, and he’s never one to
turn down her mother’s cooking. Not that I follow football that closely, so I
won’t stay in, I’m not good with a lot of noise, you know? Well, of course you