Heh. I do know Pulp. I know Suede a lot better if we're talking about that era, but still. :)
You know, you're the only one who noticed Douglas drinking, or at least pointed it out. I didn't want to point big fingers to it, but I did want to show a sort of disintegration slipping in under the door, as it were, beneath the more obvious sorrow of seeing his daughter for the last time. But perhaps Martin can provide a little comfort before it all falls apart, and perhaps Douglas can help poor soul-shattered Martin out too. We shall see!
I used to go to New York a lot, so I know the smell of a subway station - in the summer, OH DEAR GOD. All I have to do is think about it and my olfactory nerves are immediately back there.
And I'm absolutely and completely delighted that you're enjoying it and it's a treat for you! What a sweet thing to say. And as long as I can live RL and write too, I'm happy, so it's all good. Thank you for this amazing feedback, it made me so tickled with joy I just want to roll around in it and swath myself in it. :D
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You know, you're the only one who noticed Douglas drinking, or at least pointed it out. I didn't want to point big fingers to it, but I did want to show a sort of disintegration slipping in under the door, as it were, beneath the more obvious sorrow of seeing his daughter for the last time. But perhaps Martin can provide a little comfort before it all falls apart, and perhaps Douglas can help poor soul-shattered Martin out too. We shall see!
I used to go to New York a lot, so I know the smell of a subway station - in the summer, OH DEAR GOD. All I have to do is think about it and my olfactory nerves are immediately back there.
And I'm absolutely and completely delighted that you're enjoying it and it's a treat for you! What a sweet thing to say. And as long as I can live RL and write too, I'm happy, so it's all good. Thank you for this amazing feedback, it made me so tickled with joy I just want to roll around in it and swath myself in it. :D