“White ceiling tiles. Low-energy bulbs in cylindrical down-lighters. Walls and chairs in Hospital Yellow. A colour so blatantly designed to soothe those in medical distress that it makes me want to bubble blood from the corners of my mouth, just… — Harry Bingham Copy Share Image
“There are times when your body takes control. Times when the gazelle says, ‘Fuck you, lioness,’ and delivers the biggest kick of its whole… — Harry Bingham Copy Share Image
“Experimenting later, in a coffee shop toilet, I discover that I have acquired a couple of raking-tools-cum-hairgrips. Also a tube of mascara: something called… — Harry Bingham Copy Share Image
“When, finally, I go into the office, I experience that weirdness I always get when I've been away any length of time. Weirded out… — Harry Bingham Copy Share Image
“Jackson fingers the gold, the jet, the horn, the glass, the iron. Then - because he is a man and a Welsh man at… — Harry Bingham Copy Share Image
“The air is different in the homes of the dead, I've noticed. Partly it's the smell. Blood baking under those bright halogen lamps. The… — Harry Bingham Copy Share Image
“How does anyone think that 'attempted murder' counts the same as actual murder? They shouldn't even call it 'attempted': that's just a way to… — Harry Bingham Copy Share Image
“I've got a stack of various tedious paperwork-type jobs to do, but few of them are urgent. Over the other side of the office,… — Harry Bingham Copy Share Image
“Did your mam get those tulips? I sent them. I felt bad.' 'Yes, she did. Thank you for that.' 'OK...' Don't know how to… — Harry Bingham Copy Share Image
“He looks sun-tanned. Real tanned, not the normal Welsh version, where an upper layer of skin might have taken a little colour, but the… — Harry Bingham Copy Share Image
“Above the abbot's desk, two little prints. Icons, I suppose he would call them. A male figure and a female one. The male one… — Harry Bingham Copy Share Image
