I snorted.
‘I don’t, actually.’
‘You know, I went to Majorca once, with my Granny Annie. Before she died, like.’
‘I bloody well hope so!’
Craig tutted.
‘I’ve been to France too, mind you,’ he said.
‘Really? I can’t remember that.’
‘Yeah, I went a booze cruise to Calais back in the ‘90s. I picked up a VHS bootleg of Reservoir Dogs when it was still banned in Blighty. Swedish subtitles and all.’
Reservoir Dogs‘Good film, that was, for its time, anyway. What did you think of Calais?’
‘I didn’t reckon much to the place, to be honest. It reminded me of … Middlesbrough,’ said Craig.
I shuddered and Craig laughed,
‘Maybe you’d be better suited to Spain, then,’ I said.
‘Well, apparently, one of my old schoolmates is living out in Spain. Marbella to be precise,’ he said. ‘A bloke called
