In the end, I spent so much time round at Larry’s house that he said why don’t I move in? So the next Sunday, I got all my stuff together and I borrowed a van from my boss and drove it round. We hung my punch bag up in the basement, and Larry had a go at it, but he can’t punch for s**t. I told him that’s okay, ‘cause he’d got me to look after him now. And then we ended up kissing and stuff, and I had him over the boxes my weights were in and was late taking the van back. I didn’t get into trouble, though. The boss just said I’d better get my lazy arse in to work on time tomorrow, and I did, so that was all right. I didn’t tell him I’d been late because I’d been f*****g Larry. I thought he might be more cross if I’d said that.
Larry’s got this loft conversion. It’s a big, open room with th
