I’m going to the bar and I’m going to spend my last night at St Mary's getting right, royally rat-arsed! Would you care to accompany me, Mr Peterson?’ ‘An honour and a privilege, Miss Maxwell,’ he said. ‘Let's see if we can’t set some sort of record for alcohol abuse, disreputable behaviour, and generally pissing people off.’ ‘Well,’ I observed. ‘We’ve made a good start.’
