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11 They’re queuing for the Eurotunnel much further up the road than I’d imagined. I’ve only used it once before, and that was very late at night, so I guess I’d had a skewed idea of what was involved. I wonder how many of these people are going home after a day’s business in London, how many are going on holiday, visiting friends, attending funerals. Either way, I wish they’d all f**k off. Jessica booked our tickets using her mobile on the way down here, but now I’m worried we’ll miss our boarding. ‘You have to keep calm,’ she says, as if this is a perfectly common situation to be in. It makes me realise how disturbed she must be as a person. I don’t mean that in a bad way, though. It actually intrigues me. Quite a lot. There seems to be some sort of deep understanding within her; a sens