He’s got blue eyes”, says Arthur. It’s as good a detail to start with as any. “He’s tall, taller then me, and he’s thin as a stick though he eats all kinds of junk food and never does any sport. He likes Pink Floyd and The Big Bang Theory, he hates washing up and will do anything you ask for a chocolate sundae. His hair is black, that true raven black that you see on the packs with haircolour. His cheekbones are prominent and sharp almost enough to cut paper, and his hands look like they belong to a pianist but classical music makes him fall asleep – if it’s not Grig, God knows why. His mother wanted him to be a doctor but he went for literature and even learnt Spanish to read his Borges and Jiménez in the original. I quit smoking because of him – he’s allergic to tobacco and I didn’t like him sneezing every time he kissed me. His smile can overturn mountains and make rivers flow back ‘cause it’s just radiant like a fucking nuclear station.