"I knew a wire cutter once called Carrington. Worked the cable, same as me, but a proper oily rag, right? No bloated sense of importance like yours truly, didn’t bother to remember the technical stuff. Carrington was strictly diggers and clippers. Dog-end in the mouth, always. We used to drink together, and that was not a good thing the following day. It was always the full monty: drink, smoke, dance on the table, girls in feathers. Get thrown out at five a.m. and plenty of donnybrook with the bouncers. He loved affray."