Chapter 4

Going into the kitchen,

Paul noted the pile of unwashed crockery overflowing the sink and

spilling onto the worktop. Opening the fridge he spied the pizza

box on the top shelf. The only other items in the fridge were cans

of lager, and something green and unpleasant lurking at the back of

the bottom shelf. Paul didn’t feel brave enough to investigate. He

hoped whatever it once was hadn’t poisoned the pizza.

Picking his way back to

Thommo’s living room, narrowly avoiding tripping over various

bicycle parts, a broken ironing board and a partially dismantled

home gym, Paul knew he couldn’t stay there for more than a couple

of nights.

“So, your place a total

disaster area, then?” Thommo asked before turning on his TV. The

huge plasma screen set was the only concession Thommo had made to

modernity.

Paul bit back his first

thought. “Yeah. Fucking take months to get it sorted.”

He settled himself on the

sofa, its springs twanging. Thommo had wisely headed for the