"Anyway, one night, very late, I get a call. I end up collecting him from Catherine Eddowes’. He’s drunk as a skunk and there’s someone from cheap trid hanging around outside looking for a story. I get in looking scruffy as hell so as not to arouse the interest of the trid reptile, and smuggle Larry out across fire escapes, punching him in the gut to stop the drunken singing he decides to do.