So long since we’ve seen them, old Fishface and that monkey he was always dragging around. Wonder what became of them? Oh, I don’t know, dear. I’ve been so busy. Heard tell they saw him clattering off in his old waggon with the old hobbling horse of his. Knackered old beast. Should’ve been put down. Yes. You know dear, the town feels cleaner without him. Creeping round the streets, on business, as he would say. Never even got that much out of him. I should be so lucky. Yes, it is cleaner. And I see they’ve raided that boy’s den across the street. They say old Fuckface. Oops, begging your pardon dear. Oh that’s alright. Many a day I called him that myself. Funny name that, Fishface. Mr. Fishface, mind you it suited him. Not half. So what else has been happening, dear? How’s your, you know, is it still giving you problems? Oh yes, dear, something terrible.You poor thing. Still ours is not to ask the reason why. No. And your boy, how’s he coming along at school? He’s a good boy, not bright, but respectful and obedient. He gets on very well with his teachers. He’s a perfect you know. A perfect? What’s a perfect, dear? Oh, you know, they give the good boys badges and call them perfects. Oh, prefects. Prefects dear not perfects. Oh you know what I mean. Yes. Must be going now love. Yes, dear, see you later in the week. Mind how you go. Bye.