Quotes About Pascoe

Backstage at the Apollo isn't a fun place to be. It's a bit like a prison: small rooms filled with warm Diet Coke.

It contained, rather squashed but not beyond recognition, a custard tart. "Oh shit," said Pascoe. And suddenly, for some reason beyond reason, the barrier he'd been erecting both consciously and unconsciously between himself and the events in Mill Street crumbled like the walls of number 3, and when the nurse looked in to check that all was well, she found him with his face buried in his pillow, sobbing convulsively.