These fuckin' books is a trip, ain't they? Make me look like a right nutter. Then again, writin' about a guy what runs cons to pay his rent wouldn't be as interestin, now would it?

Thanks again for the loan, Robbie. Dunno how far I'll make it, but it's better than th'bloody dreams. (No offense, Lord Shaper, but a subsctiption would've saved us both a bit of grief, eh?)

Oi. Whazit. Arabella? Ain't gonna stop and give a how's-your-father to uncle John? You're mum's said so little about you.