From time to time I like to make a start at a novel but I never seem to get past the first paragraph. It happened last time and again I have ground to a halt at the first paragraph of ‘Team: Fast Times in Corporate Communications‘.

The introductions were brief; ‘This is my sister Louise, and he’s the guy she fucks’. It was accurate and accurate is all I wanted for people who I’d never again deal with in anything other than an administrative context. She introduced Ricardo as ‘the guy holding the cocaine’. I dumped my silly christmas hat as we headed for a store room where we would spend the next few hours chewing boozy ice and talking past one another’s mouths.