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`He's gone to prison again.'

`For fighting?'
`Yes,' I said.

`I never fight,' said Dave. `Don't see the fun in it. You know my funny uncle?'

`Uncle Ivor? The one who's a homo?'

`That's him. I said to Uncle Ivor, "Do you like all-in wrestling?" And do you know what he said?'

I shook my head.

`He said, "If it's all in, why wrestle?"'

I shook my head once more. `P. P. Penrose is dead,' I said.

`No?' said Dave. `You're joking. It's not true.'

`It is.'

`But he's my favourite writer.'

`Mine too.'

`I know, you introduced me to his books.'

`He's the greatest.'

`Wasthe greatest, now.

`Still is and always will be.'

`This is really bad news,' said Dave, taking out his hankie and burying his face in it.

`I've seen that trick before,' I said. `Give me one of those humbugs.'

`What humbugs?' said Dave, with one cheek bulging.

`You just slipped a humbug in your mouth. Give me one.

`It was my last.'

`You are so a liar.'

`There'll be no more Adam Earth books, although they were rubbish. But there'll be no more Lazlo
Woodbine books.' Dave rooted in his trouser pocket and brought out a fluffy-looking humbug. `Imagine
that, no more Lazlo Woodbine thrillers.'

I took the fluffy-looking humbug, spat upon in and cleaned it on my jersey sleeve. `There's going to be a