There was a ringing in his ears, like a dead phone line that he couldn’t hang up on.

Last summer, in London at least, the hoodie was transformed from a benign piece of leisurewear into a uniform for the disaffected, the angry, the malevolent. So much so that ‘hoodie’ was no longer a...

Dell had left the army and taken the discipline home with him. I’d left the theatre world and taken the whisky sodas home with me.