The group's reaction to Denzil's story, and his unbashful urinating, was one of mild disinterest. I got the feeling that these were just things to be tolerated about Denzil and it was best for everyone if he was just left to get on and do them - be that story telling or pissing.

Sid and Trev stood up and announced that they were going to find some breakfast and asked if anyone wanted anything. After a quick glance at her cider level, Chrissie confirmed that she didn't. Jimmy asked for a 'pasty or something' and Denzil, who had now finished emptying his bladder, was sulking quietly in the corner and didn't answer.

As the twins shuffled off towards the high street with a mischevious glint in their eyes, Jimmy took a sudden interest in Denzil's space story.

"So, Denz, let's have a look at that badge then."

Denzil eyed him suspiciously from his hunched, sulking position. "Oh, now you're fucking interested, are ya?"

"Yeah, come on man. 'Course I'm interested. Give us a look."

Denzil reached into his pocket and passed the sew-on badge to Jimmy. It looked surprisingly clean, considering where it had come from. "NASA Space Exploration," Jimmy read aloud, "Voyager 23 crew, 1988," he nodded at Denzil, keen to show that he was impressed. "So what I don't get," he continued after a few moments consideration, "is how a NASA engineer and astronaut ends up drinking shit wine in a park with me at ten o'clock in the fucking morning."

Denzil reached out for the return if his badge and looked up at Jimmy. "It's quite simple," he said calmly, "love."