Hanging welter covered peeling plaster. The veneer on the butt of an air rifle reflected light, hockey trophies and team memorabilia; a discoloured snood probably worn by Charlie’s wife on their wedding day, frayed ‘Jesus loves you’ pictures curled at the corners; a clock in a chunky wooden case which kept ticking away loudly sometimes even creeping into the catching up underway between the menage and the guests. A smartly attired Charlie from another time smirked from a glassed studio photograph at the gathering through smooth, full lips. My compliment