I’d been doing this for years. Years! Ever since I left school and old Mr Withers took me in as a young shop assistant, first working in shoes, then shirts, and finally suits. I like a good tailored suit and I’m really good at what I do, everyone always says so.
‘Why don’t you modernise the window display?’, says Mike – I have a degree – married into the family – Arsehole McManus.
‘What’s wrong with it?’, I ask, ‘it’s showing the range of suits we have’. What more could we do and what was ‘modernising’ a display all about anyway?
So he brings in young Larry, who still sucks his thumb, on day release from art college or somewhere useless like that. And Larry creates this window montage of random mess, as if that’s how men keep their rooms these days. It was an insult.
I felt sorry when Larry’s body was discovered, not for Larry, obviously, but his mum on the telly looked really distraught. Apparently his head was all caved in as though smashed by a brick. They never did find the murder weapon.