Quotes from Dave Warner

The woman at reception was anywhere between thirty-eight and fifty-eight. Country skin puckering, mouth drooping like she'd been passed over for Bowls Club Treasurer.

My old Corona sat in front of the majestic iron gates of 4 Gwendolin Close, Dalkeith, like herpes on a beauty queen's mouth

He had begun to accept the background noise of the falls was no natural phenomenon but rather the thundering tears of gods.