For his thirtieth birthday he had filled a whole night-club off Regent Street; people had been queuing on the pavement to get in. The SIM card of his mobile phone in his pocket was overflowing with telephone numbers of all the hundreds of people he had met in the last ten years, and yet the only person he had ever wanted to talk to in all that time was standing now in the very next room.
David NichollsFor some time now she has had the conviction that life is about to change if only because it must. . . .
David Nichollsโฆshe was discovering once again that reading and writing were not the same โ you couldn't just soak it up then squeeze it out again.
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