“ Grav laughed, causing his overhanging beer gut to wobble like a birthday jelly. ‘Yeah, I’m starting ballet classes next week. My saggy arse will look good in the tights.’ ‘Now, John Nicholl
“ The joys, the sorrows soon will end. The tomb confines all mortals! Do not cry or place flowers at my grave. Do not place a cross with my name to cover these bones! Ah, the misguided desire to smile;… John Nicholl
“ Dearly hope that neither Jack nor his family ever encounter one of the vile predatory monsters that inhabit our world. Be careful who you trust, that’s my advice. They can all too easily destroy your… John Nicholl
“ Mum sometimes says that there is danger of confusing equal opportunity with being fundamentally the same. John Nicholl
“ How much beer are you drinking these days?’ ‘Seven or eight pints.’ ‘A week?’ ‘A day.’ She shook her head and scowled. ‘What about the whisky?’ ‘One or two a week.’ ‘Glasses?’ ‘Bottles. John Nicholl
“ Am sorry to tell you that your partner is dead.’ You see, words are important. Just eleven words, and my life was devastated. There was no room for hope, no room for bargaining, no room for denial and… John Nicholl
“ Sadly, life has taught me that attempting to determine our future is something of a lottery. We can try, we should always try, but there are no guarantees. John Nicholl
