Just as the camp-fire died down to just coals, with no flames to burn the marshmallows, someone dumped a whole load of wood on, so I gave up and went to bed.

The author added a chapter to flesh out the book's flatter characters.

He's an adrenaline junky: he thirsts for excitement the way an alocholic thirsts for beer.

When they first met in 2000, my dad told my mom how he had gotten the money. The story begins 20 years ago.