Jack pondered Mandy’s question for a minute. He was good at pondering, but the effect on his already ugly boatrace (face – he was nervous and always thought in cockney when agitated or scared. I think I have mentioned that, although a truly lovely woman, Mandy could be volatile and Jack tried never to be around when that happened, which is why he practiced his running away a lot). He tapped his finger, the pointy one, on the table, in the manner of all good d***s. He made it rhythmic, ‘What’s this tune?’ he asked.
‘f*****g Doctor Who, it’s always Doctor Who,’ Mandy replied, now irritated that the theme tune was going through her head, but suggested her husband might like to continue or she would, annihilate, annihilate, him.
Jack did. ‘I can see why you might question the temporary suici
