Think before you blink and you might just make it

Yeah, well, that was another swimmin' edition of 'Too Close to the Bone'. I hope you got your psychiatric meat out of that cause otherwise it woulda been traumatisin' fer no good reason. And we all gotta scrabble fer that, else, we're never gonna get out of 'ere.

Charmin'.

[Spam for the Pub.]

[So he'd graduated. He'd walked into his bathroom and found a bath. He'd stared at it and sighed. Bloody thing was dirty.

It was a couple of hours of not deciding where to go (even though the answer was creeping at the back of his mind, he knew where) before he got himself up and headed up to the pub.

All by myself, he childishly mimicked in his head.

He was going to get plastered and go.]

[Public, last thing after the pub]

Right, I'm off.

[Here's Slater in his usual long coat and 'you're all a pain in my backside' expression.] Listen, I don't know where you new lot are coming from, but stay out of the way unless you know what you're doin'. Unless you do know what you're doin'... in which case just don't get in my way, all right? Enough trouble...

Just here. [He sends the latest intelligence of what's going on.] Don't leave a mess.

I wanted to be Bluebeard.

[Rolls his eyes, got me again!.] As a kid! All right? As a kid.

[Private to Randal]

Here, what you do to Howie? It's like he's plottin' a coup against ya, mate. [He's only doing this because he actually likes Howie, and this is the Barge, so something's up.]