This was serious. I had let myself get into the F-word thing with Brady, and now it was my round again, and we were already dose to saturation.
Brady is a Reservoir Dog fetishist, God help us, he thinks doggy-fashion means dressing up like Harvey Keitel, if Quentin Tarantino farted in a bucket, Brady would queue for the bootleg video, he gets his Dog-rig on and rides round the Circle Line with a shower of sad cronies, that is the story of his life.
It shows he is a little fucked-up but not a hopeless case, which is why I like him, I suppose.
There are really only three super-tribes in London: the ones who will never be able to get mortgages, the ones who live and die by the mortgage rate, and the ones who do not need mortgages.