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four legs and fur.’
    â€˜There must have been good times.’
    â€˜I won’t deny it. In the earliest days she even let me tattoo her boobs with flamingoes - free-hand stuff. Takes guts, that, you know. You only have one chance to get it right. I hoped in time she’d agree to a complete body stocking, from her neck to her knees. A sight to make any man swoon.’
    Harry winced. ‘Women like that sort of thing?’
    â€˜Ah, you’re an old chauvinist at heart. Let me promise you, some of them love it. I reckon Michelangelo would envy some of my canvases.’ He smiled to himself, as if enjoying a private joke. ‘At least when all the papers have been signed, Sinead will have something to remember me by. That’s one of the beauties of tattooing, mate. You carry your history with you, you can’t deny who or what you were.’
    Finbar blinked, shook his head again and returned to the present. ‘Anyway, things started to go sour between us. I had the studio, a few girlfriends, I’ve never exactly kept regular hours. And Sinead could never be content as a housewife. She got involved with Free Animals Now! I remember years ago she bragged to me FAN! had broken into a vivisection lab and smashed open all the cages - as if there weren’t enough rats in the big bad world already.’ A slow smile spread across his face as he added, ‘Mind. I won’t pretend it was all bad news. At least I never had to buy her a new mink coat.’
    â€˜And Melissa, what about her?’
    â€˜I’m not cut out for wedded bliss. I learned my lesson with Sinead. All the same, Melissa’s been good for me. I’d been having a tough time, what with ... well, it doesn’t matter. We met at a party, I got talking about body art and she explained she worked on local radio and they might be interested in doing a programme about it. So I offered to draw a garland on her ankle.’
    â€˜She took you up on it?’
    â€˜The very next night. We’ve been together ever since.’ Finbar rubbed his chin. ‘Funny thing, though, Harry, she’s asked me to tattoo her thigh with a heart linking her name and mine and I can’t bring myself to do it. I keep making up excuses.’
    â€˜You think it would give her a special claim on you?’
    â€˜Spot on. Besides, Melissa’s a funny kid. Lovely to look at, but sometimes she bothers me. She’s had ... well, let’s call it trouble with her nerves. She’s the sort who easily gets hurt.’
    It was on the tip of Harry’s tongue to say: So don’t hurt her . Realism kept him quiet. Urging Finbar to settle for monogamy would be like inviting Sinead to join the Quorn.
    Finbar belched pleasurably. ‘By the way, are you doing anything tonight?’
    â€˜Not apart from worrying about my debut on local radio tomorrow. Why? You’re surely not planning another bonfire?’
    â€˜Something completely different, I promise you. Radio Liverpool are sponsoring a talent contest at the Russian Convoy this evening. Come along and I’ll introduce you to Baz Gilbert.’
    Harry consulted his watch. The court hearing was due to start in fifteen minutes. He clambered to his feet.
    â€˜Okay, but we’d better move. It’s time to try and tip the scales of justice.’
    Outside it had grown colder and wisps of mist hung in the air. This kind of weather always made Harry think of Bleak House ; Dickens’ description of fog on the river had stuck in his mind. Fog, rolling defiled among the waterside pollution of a great and dirty city, yet never so thick as to assort with the groping and floundering condition held by that most pestilent of hoary sinners - the court.
    The Divorce Registry was packed with sulky spouses, refusing to look at each other while their legal representatives haggled over the kids, the mortgage payments and the Dire Straits albums. Harry caught sight of Kim