The Bell tower was about 400ft directly opposite his bedroom, and at about the same height level. 'Must remember to switch rooms later.' The ones at the back of the flat were a lot quieter, if you could put up with the dawn chorus of the vultures squabbling. He remembered something about yogurt, and strippers and Steve prancing about in suspenders, and shivered. He slithered out of the bed and stuck his head in a sink full of cold water. He felt so thirsty he began to drink in great slurps from the basin, only stopping when he noticed that someone had thrown up in it the night before, and little specks of carrot and a couple of cigarette butts were floating around the oasis. He stomach contracted and he heaved about two pints of water, in a projectile style, out of the luckily open window. It cascaded down the tiles and bobbled off down the guttering. The vultures swarmed and one silly bird flew of with a cigarette stub in its beak. 'Don't take up the habit mate, very addictive.' As he laughed his head throbbed, but at least he felt vaguely human again. 'Bacon butties, that's what we need,' he thought, and wandered off to the kitchen downstairs, wondering where Steve and Dom were. next »