Uncle lent me thirty pounds. Treat Laura
to a slap-up meal. Don’t hold back, he
said. We’d agreed to meet in Green Park.
I didn’t know the place well, but it had
this air of glamour. It was a tortuous train
journey up to town. I gazed out of the
grimy carriage windows, at sooty brown
buildings. We crossed the river, and
rattled into a brick-roofed terminus. I
sought out the Underground. It made me
nervous. I was gulped under the earth,
then vomited up, just on time.