“Dylan came in drunk one night when he was nineteen. He’d forgotten his key and got stuck trying to come through the dog flap. He was there all night, and when we came down in the morning he was still there, drunkenly singing to himself.” Ben snorts out a huge laugh. “Oh my God, that was his ‘I’m so Sad’ song.” “Fucking hell you lot,” I grouse as Gabe bursts out laughing, and
