Most of my few friends, thank God not all, are dead or disabled – Jim Macintosh dead, Ken Hales also, Foden shot through the spine and Frank Ballard paralysed for life. I know my friends, they’re like myself – we were all intelligent, sure of our own thought; we knew what we believed and were nev...
He had just reported to me now and was turning to go. But I stopped him. ‘Now what do you want?’ ‘A drink,’ I said. ‘With you. And don’t worry about your bank balance, the State’s paying.’ ‘I don’t drink.’ ‘That’s all right, you can watch me.’ ‘Am I going to have you on my back like this all the ...