Status Updates From Ordinary Thunderstorms

"But his mildly inebriated, self-indulgent love-fest was spoilt by a small, insistent, keening voice at the back of his mind, like the buzzing of a fly or the thin siren-whine of a mosquito. Everything might have gone well today but there was still another problem: what was he going to do about Vincent Turpin?

"He was surfing the tide of experience, as he put it to himself, free-floating on the turbulent river of events that was carrying him along."