"I fucking hate your lot. Hastur is a right ugly bastard and he always spits. He spat a fucking trail from here to the other fucking side of town, last fucking week, fucking spit everywhere." And he was a smelly bastard too. Bill had never had a fight with him but he was always just needlessly revolting. "You're alright and that's it." The rest could go and die for all he cared.

"Dunno if I stumbled but I ain't gonna complain. He's changed my life and he wants me to like, you know, do it for me. Do shit like ... like go back and get my GCSEs and the like. It's well weird." But amazing. Someone loved him. That was all it took - love. "What's up with you and the little angel? He's all, like, you know-- he's sorta..." How did he say it nicely? "I mean, he's a bit of a --" Square. Dork. Loser. Gayer than a barrel of monkeys. "--Queer one."