“Ah"m bored,” said Davey, throwing his cards onto the stage floor. “Can we no organise a telly or somethin?”
Davey, Peter, Kirsty and I were all playing poker or whist or gin rummy.
“How do you think we will get a signal down here?” Peter said. He actually seemed like he thought Davey might have a useful suggestion. “Assuming we can get a TV and some electricity to run it.”
“There must be miles ae cables and s**t like that down here. One ae them must be from an aerial, no?” Davey hadn"t thought it through any further than to fulfil his desire to watch other people sit in a house all day or catch up on his soap operas.
“Do you know what an aerial cable looks like?” Peter said. His hand of cards was exposed – as he relaxed his wrist the fan of hearts and spades could be seen by Kirsty an
