£1. £1 over my overdraft limit. Why's it always £1? Little One and I sat in the pub, trying to think of schemes or occult incantations to make our combined £1.52 (I provided the 2p) afford two more pints. We soon admitted defeat and left to play 'Ready, Steady, Cook' with a courgette, peanuts and noodles. We chatted about Caliper Boy, and I copied Anarky's sketch into my notebook. I like it. Loneliness, spite, privation, loss, darkness, grit... all the things I love writing about. I walked home imagining demon urchins hunched in every corner, the full moon waxing above.