BreakdownBack in 1990, after the death of his parents, Paddy Appleberry had had a nervous breakdown. No one diagnosed this at the time; there was no one around to do so.
Paddy fled to Morocco, where he rented a riad in the busy centre of Marrakesh. For several weeks, he just walked, smoked and drank. He hiked up into the Atlas Mountains and along the beaches of Agadir. He met two or three young female tourists who provided some company for him – but only for a night or two. The s*x was remarkably uninspiring, the conversation simply boring. But they filled up the time – and
time was something that he had lots of. He stayed in touch with his old commander – who had torn up Paddy’s resignation after he walked out and had granted him indefinite compassionate leave. But the calls became less
