TPR was in a filthy mood. He expressed his anger by driving the tiny car at top speeds through highland villages, egging on the motorists that were approaching from the opposite direction to race him through roadworks.
He eventually dumped SPL and me at a lecture hall in Manchester. Even though we sat amongst a bunch of lounging students at the back, the lecturer soon spotted SPL as an easy target for his party trick: hypnotising a member of his audience. She willingly went under. Meanwhile I cowered.