5th February, 2014The next day I went looking for Tommy. Brenda had called me and through slurred speech and Botoxed lips had managed to say that Tommy had been gone all night. I searched high and low for Tommy, then went to the one place I knew he would be, Shyton Hills, or to be specific ‘Screw Spot’, the very place where Tommy’s first born child was conceived. I was not wrong as I went over to Tommy who was sat perched on the edge, overlooking the smog of Shyton.
I plopped down beside him, continuing to record everything as was my duty as a documentarian with Danish ancestry. Tommy didn’t look like a happy chappy.
TOMMY: They took me kids.
STANLEY: Yep.
TOMMY: My kids. I might not be world’s greatest dad or even Shyton’s greatest dad but I love them kiddies.
STANLEY: So you’ve got
