“I get up and stare out at the place where I live. I’m right at the heart of Planet Normal. Its strangest resident maybe, but I don’t care about that. I like a place where dads go to work in… — 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 smell of our paper suits, something like that of a newly stocked stationery cupboard. But there's also something boxy, closed in. Like the deceased person's soul has mostly succeeded in clambering free of that old, messily… — Harry Bingham Copy Share
“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, a couple of DCs are making piles of empty coffee cups and trying to knock them over by throwing a soft indoor rugby ball at them. There are yells of laughter when they succeed, more yells… — Harry Bingham Copy Share
“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
