23rd May, 2013
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23rd May, 2013The following day I got to spend more time with Tommy and his family in his council flat. I drank a mug of Twinings’s English Breakfast tea—the best tea—whilst in their kitchen. At the kitchen table Brenda fed Lidl’ apple puree to their baby daughter, Shannon. The apple puree didn’t look good. Sweet mush. Their toddler son, Luke was playing with his Matchbox Mini in his rice pudding. I found it most off-putting and wanted to remonstrate when I realised I wasn’t at some fine-dining establishment. There was rice pudding on the floor and on the walls. I was careful not to step in it.
Tommy was noshing on some bangers and mash that though seemed relatively tasty, seemed a bit too heavy for a top-flight footballer. Brenda started introducing me to their kids. She apparently forgot that she had already done that the first time I met them.
BRENDA: That’s Luke. Say hello, Luke.
LUKE: Willy!
TOMMY: Boy’s got an obsession.
STANLEY: With?
TOMMY: Toy cars. Maybe he’ll be the next Lewis Hamilton.
BRENDA: And our Shannon. Just two for now as it’s all we can afford! Isn’t that right, you bastard?
TOMMY: Shut it. If they get rid of me, I’m gonna nut someone.
STANLEY: Mr Chen Hu seems like a reasonable man. I’m sure he won’t dispose of anybody else.
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