Chapter 20 – The Skinny – Davies and Dunya

I remember the miners’ strike, but nothing about asteroids. I also know the Medway very well, but don’t remember it being the centre of global revolution. I also met a man called Lod once, but he didn’t have a computer. No. My suspicions are aroused, just as yours, if you’ve been concentrating, should be. Jack as Othello? Please! Meanwhile, Davies and Dunya, try to navigate all this fuckery and put their lives back on course and back off hold. There’s nowhere like home and, be assured, for these two thankless ‘thesps’, Kent is nowhere like home. So it’s back off north of the river, while pursued by an immaculately valeted Dodge. Is this the end, or just the beginning? Or is it the beginning of the end? Or is it the end of the beginning of the end? Or the beginning of the end of the beginning? Fuck!