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But the point is, boss, I know you’re enjoying the novelty of being in groovy, happening Brighton-by-the-sea but there’s some dark stuff that can go on in this town that would make that mugging the other night look like a picnic… believe me, you really don’t want to get on the wrong side of Anthony Cubitt.’
    Steve laughed nervously.
    ‘C’mon Bobby, I know he seemed like a bit of a nutter ‘n all but surely it’s just a bit of an act… tryin’ to cultivate an image for himself or somethin’.’
    ‘Okay, I’ll spell it out for you, boss. He’s done time for GBH and manslaughter, there seems to be an unfortunate tendency for his business rivals to have nasty unexplained accidents and the last judge to send him down described him as evil incarnate. Yeah, he’s got an image alright.’

 
     
     
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    The rest of the week passed without incident at Brunswick Square and there was no sign of Cubitt as Steve and Bobby kept up their work-rate and made a good impression on the foreman. On Friday afternoon at knocking-off time, Steve was handed £300 in twenties and tens.
    ‘Right, there’s only one thing for it on a Friday afternoon at five’ said Steve as he handed Bobby a fifty for the week’s rent. ‘C’mon, let’s go and get fuckin’ blocked!’
    Bobby shook his head.
    ‘Steady on, boss. I’d normally be right with you but tonight’s different. We should go home, get washed and fed and then prepare ourselves for a quality night out.’
    ‘Yer gettin’ me excited here, Bobby. What’s so special about tonight that I have to delay the gratification of gettin’ a lovely pint o’ stout down my neck?’
    ‘Don’t wanna spoil the surprise, boss. C’mon, let’s get out of this filthy clobber and show the women of Brighton how well we can scrub up.’
    Steve had a blue and white striped t-shirt identical to one that he’d seen worn by Brian Jones from The Rolling Stones in a 1965 photo. He ironed the creases out and when he pulled on his white Levis and a pair of tan desert boots to complete the outfit, he went to look at himself in the full-length mirror in the bathroom. As he fussed with his hair, he wasn’t under any illusions that he was devastatingly handsome but he still thought he looked pretty sharp.
    ‘That’ll do rightly,’ said Steve, winking at his reflection. Bobby knocked at the bathroom door.
    ‘Oi, Belfast boy! Time to get a move on.’

 
     
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    It was a mild evening and the pair took a slow stroll along Upper North Street and then onto Clifton Terrace where Bobby wanted to show Steve what were, for his money, the most desirable houses in Brighton .
    ‘This is where all the swanky merchants would have lived in Victorian times, boss. Just imagine having your bedroom on the top floor of one of these gaffs… views over the town and across the sea.’
    Steve could smell lavender on the breeze from the residents’ private park across the road from where they were walking.
    ‘Yeah, there’s bigger and more expensive houses all over the town but there’s just something about this place… it’s peaceful …ya know what I mean, boss?’
    Steve tried picturing himself living somewhere like Clifton Terrace with a family of his own. It was a sweet dream but he felt slightly pathetic when he caught himself envisaging Jeanie as being part of it.
    ‘Never mind how the other half lives Bobby, I’m dyin’ o’ thirst here. Where’s this pub ye reckon I’ll like, then?’
    ‘Five minutes away, boss…almost there.’

 
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    Steve knew that the Heart and Hand was his kind of boozer from the moment he walked in. It looked like somebody’s 1970s living room with fading décor to match, Louie Louie by The Kingsmen was on the jukebox and the place was packed with indie kids, ageing rockers and a smattering of Mods. He also noticed a sufficient quota of females to reassure him that it wasn’t one of those male-dominated pubs where the atmosphere would be getting more