After Hello (You Had Me at Hello, #1.5)

by Mhairi McFarlane

In two years, Ben and I have never had a serious argument. (If you discount ones in Ikea, which I think we all should.)

Part of being grown up is realising that “I don’t want to” is a good enough reason.’

‘These bloody lawyers,’ Gretton says from the other side of the room. ‘They all think they’re Atticus Finch. Atticus Shit, more like.’

And in a company headshot too, where let’s face it, most of us look like a breakout from the Prison of Azkaban.

For someone who dishes it out harder than the Salvation Army at Christmas, he’s got a very thin skin.

‘Unless someone’s absolutely extraordinary, I honestly don’t see why I’d want to Cif their pubes off the toilet.

It’s very powerful to know you can cope. You can do anything after that.’

I wish life involved less karma, frankly.

(If you’ve done a run you can do big breakfast and big lunch, as any fool knows.)