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Chapter 3 Lance Lance got up at 5am, picked up his papers and headed for his car, he had to be in Nottingham by 9am and usually left at this sort of hour to beat the traffic, he could work on the way up, which today meant write the speech he was going to give to a group of Nottingham worthies about the new education bill, as if he gave a shit about education, all his kids had been privately educated, mostly paid for by his wife, who

He had been on autopilot until that first drag. Usually his first thought was "I must really give up fucking smoking