A Big Boy Did It and Ran Away

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a soulmate of exquisite taste, intellect and wit.

He's a whole new species. He's audacious. He's resourceful. He's ingenious. He's cool. He's bad. He's scary. He's got a two-foot cock. Aye, very good. He's a wanker, that's what he is. All terrorists are wankers. Whatever flags they wrapped themselves in, whatever religions, histories or myths they attached to their crusades, they were to a man, just wankers. They told themselves and anyone bored enough to listen that they were in it for the glory of their cause or the welfare of their 'people' (few of whom were ever consulted about this), but the truth was they were in it because they liked killing people. Every last fucking one of them.

it ranked alongside having Vaseline smeared liberally around your ring by a guy with a sack full of ferrets.

When they drove past it on the motorway, he used to fantasise that his parents were about to turn their vehicle towards the car park and surprise him, say the boot was full of secretly packed luggage and they were heading off for a fortnight. When he had kids of his own, he’d told himself, he’d surprise them that way for real.

Simon had the awesome charisma of one who was born for greatness; if accompanied by the detestable arrogance of one who knew it.