Richard Easton was in my year at high school. Though our form rooms were a few steps across the corridor, I didn’t know him, but almost...

Harv hovers at the launderette. He chews another Nicorette while Eyeing his companion’s jacket For the outline cardboard packet.

Matt’s head peeped from behind our ensuite’s door. ‘You up for it again? Third try and fingers crossed?’ Legs crossed, more like.