It's colder than this morning and all around the water is grey shivering peaks. Over there, though, beside the island there's an imaginary line and on the other side suddenly a mirror as the sun comes through the cloud.

It's like the arbitrary line that Tommy Lee Jones talks about, the Mexican border. He talks articulately about insult and injustice. Marg felt alienated. It's a boys film. David loved it. It's a boys film. Marg says there was no justice except if you took it into your own hands. Boys film. David asks what if that's the only kind of justice there is. Boys film. Boys film.

There's fake blood on the stairs inside and a chocolate truffle on the outside ones. Monsters and trolls from Finland hold their bouquets aloft, and Wogan is the driest man in the world.

As I leave the bathroom and walk back through the bar I hear a man say: "masturbate in the shower", but then I'm back to the bank fees conversation feeling like a total victim.