You did not.’‘I did! Why do you think I was so nervous earlier in the Pig?’‘You’re always nervous when I’m doing something you can’t control.’Phil made a noise you could only call a gasp. ‘Now that’s not true, Ken. That’s unfair.’ He seemed genuinely hurt.I put a hand on his shoulder. It was still true, mind you, but I said, ‘Sorry.’‘You didn’t really hit him, did you?’‘Yup. Biffed the blighter on the phizog.’‘A proper punch?’‘A proper punch. Look at them bunch a fives.’ I held my right hand out to show him the grazes on the knuckles. My hand still hurt.‘You’re really proud of this, aren’t you?’I thought about it. ‘Yes,’ I said.We were in the Bough. Phil had said he’d hang about Capital Live! until the recording for Breaking News was finished, expecting a debriefing; he’d been suitably surprised when I’d walked into the office barely ninety minutes after I’d left him for the studio in Clerkenwell.‘You attacked him?’ Kayla had said, sitting back in her chair in her winter camos and chewing on a pen.
