About a fortnight later, Craig was sitting in Nong’s writing more of his second book, hoping that Ross wouldn’t join him for at least another hour so that he could get some work done, when Ross walked over ‘Damn!’ he thought, ‘Talk of the Devil…’.
“Hiya, mate, we’ve got to stop meeting like this, I’ve got hardly any work done since you arrived. This is where I come to meet my Muses, you know. I can’t write at home, there’s no stimulation sitting on your own all day, looking at the same walls and seeing the same grass through the same window… How are you keeping anyway?”
“I’m bored rigid, if I’m honest with you, mate. I haven’t done nothing for so long, as far back as I can remember and I’ve always enjoyed a drink, but that’s all I seem to be doing these days. At least you’ve got your wri
