Chapter 59

“That’s good.”

Paul noted that Trevor didn’t offer his spare room again. He wasn’t sure if he’d have accepted if he had.

The pub was busy, even for a Monday afternoon. Paul wondered what he could say. He felt the silence between them growing more uncomfortable.

“So,” Trevor started. “Is your house badly damaged?”

Paul sighed. “Yep, the whole of the downstairs will have to be dried out, re-decorated, then there’s all the kitchen equipment.”

“Oh dear.”

“But what I’m most bothered about are all my LPs.”

“Yeah? You into vinyl?”

Was Trevor trying to imply something kinky? Paul was beginning to regret asking the bloke out for a drink.

“Okay, I know some hi-fi aficionados decry the advent of compact disc, but come on, all that surface noise? Give me CDs every time.”

Paul relaxed as they began a long discussion about the merits of CDs versus vinyl. He mentioned his collection of classic rock albums. Trevor snorted. “All that noise.”

“So, what do you listen to?”