I've just been let into the cinema with Ivan for free. I quickly go to the loo before the film starts. A string of grubby white porcelain urinals are squeezed behind a row of metal lockers. Parallel to that is a long supermarket aisle of sweets and beyond that, along the far wall, is a line of bank cashiers.
I am staying over at my MA tutor's house. After some time I find a toilet that works but there is no loo roll. Under the dressing table is a pile of old papers. I spot my name on one of them - it is my marked MA dissertation. The only revealing comment I discover is the word "quaint" written on the front page. I use some of the paper to clean myself, and carefully replace the rest. The walls become invisible to me and I see a string of older women walking past the door. They are also staying the night.
