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It was that wonderful moment when you’ve been prepared for a prolonged and unpleasant session of projectile vomiting and then, without warning, it subsides and you suddenly fancy a bacon sandwich.
It was one of the happiest nights of my life. I believed every word he said. Some forty-eight hours later, I would happily have torn out his heart with my bare hands and made him eat it.
Old insecurities never go away. They just lurk in the background ready to jump out when you least expect them … And when you least need them …
I was going to do what I always did in a catastrophe. I was going to do some damage.
Hate and love are pretty much the same thing. Someone you hate is as much the centre of your world as someone you love. Indifference is the killer.
The human brain is programmed to find patterns in a random world.
No incident, however seemingly trivial, is unimportant in the scheme of things.
One event leads to another, which triggers something else and before you know where you are, the ramifications spread far and wide throughout History. Echoing down the ages. Getting fainter and fainter, but never completely dying away. They talk of The Harmony of the Spheres, but History is A Symphony of Echoes. Every little action has huge consequences. They’re not always apparent, and sometimes, in our game, sometimes effect comes before cause, not after.
If it had been me, he’d have fallen down every flight of stairs between my time and theirs. Still, most people are much nicer than me.
People think power lies with the Director, or the CEO, or the General, or whoever. No, it doesn’t. The most powerful person in any organisation is the PA to the boss.
People sometimes think St Mary’s is just a charmingly eccentric bunch of amiable history nuts. And we are. But make no mistake, St Mary’s has teeth. And when we have to – we bite.
Since Dr Bairstow wouldn’t let us have a goat, Mr Markham was the nearest thing we had to a mascot. Small, spiky-haired, and perpetually grubby, he had acquired unit-wide respect by running into a horse’s bottom and laying himself out cold.
at that moment he looked like a cat who had not only got at the cream, but knew how to open the fridge. And who had possibly just invested in his first dairy herd as well.
