“Fuck fuck fuck, my foot, I think I’ve broke it!”
“I doubt that. What was it this time!?”
“Nothing”…… he replied whilst rubbing the toe-al area.
“Lloyd can I trouble you for a second Pal”.
Alex from next door had jogged past the driveway with his wet pepperami-ponytail
Lloyd woke up in a hospital bed. A sterile, desolate ward. He felt lonely and confused. His head and ribs throbbed with rich blood, like Viagra was coursing through his veins. He experienced a horrible sick feeling in his stomach…
2.1 Smelly Paul
Lloyd was capable of doing things out of character, but only when he was alone and off his face. A few weeks ago Jess visited her brother for the weekend and on the Friday Lloyd stayed in with Yep, drinking wine and eating…
2.2 The Violent Client
He didn’t go home. He grabbed his coat, his scarf, checked for his keys, lucky albatross and wallet eight times (so he wouldn’t die), jumped in the Luton and poked at the SATNAV. He was going to drive to…