[ Most of John's are ghosts. Literally. They visit him sometimes and drive him absolutely barmy. Maybe tonight will be different but they usually show their pasty faces when he's getting ready to really cock things up. When somebody's in danger of joining the proverbial ranks of those trailing after him.
A moment of weakness and he thinks he might like to see Emma again. He pushes the thought down as quickly as it rises. John swallows the bitterness of the thought and the words away with another sip of coffee. ]
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[ Most of John's are ghosts. Literally. They visit him sometimes and drive him absolutely barmy. Maybe tonight will be different but they usually show their pasty faces when he's getting ready to really cock things up. When somebody's in danger of joining the proverbial ranks of those trailing after him.
A moment of weakness and he thinks he might like to see Emma again. He pushes the thought down as quickly as it rises. John swallows the bitterness of the thought and the words away with another sip of coffee. ]
Yeah, mate. Probably do us both some good.