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boxes!’ He grinned. ‘Nah, I’m not taking any. I’ve decided to pass, can’t see how map reading or bookkeeping is going to help me in here, I’d rather hit the gym than fill my head with all that useless shit. You?’
    ‘I’m taking both of those—map-reading, bookkeeping, and also horticulture and computing.’
    Keegan smirked. ‘That’s why you’re such a weed Binns, you should ditch a class and come to the gym—it’d do you more good!’
    Warren shrugged, ‘Maybe. Or I could keep hanging around with you; your biceps are the size of my bloody waist.’
    ‘Ah, so its protection you’re after. And there was me thinking we was mates.’
    Warren smiled, acknowledging the admission.
    ‘Is it true El Dictator drops by those classes unannounced and sits at the back, snooping?’ Keegan obviously had his ear to the ground.
    ‘Yes, but it’s more like she’s checking on things, she makes notes. Not really snooping...’
    ‘Christ, Binns don’t defend the cow, you saw what she did to Hooray, she’s a fucking psycho. What sort of bird would want to be trapped up here with a bunch of crims? She’s got to be some sort of freak and definitely a dyke. And what are you taking all them classes for? It’s a mug’s game, completely pointless. You’ll be a right old brainbox by the time you leave here—shame you’ll be too old and messed up to get a job. No one is going to give you a job, Binns, not when you tell them where you did all your learning; this is hardly university is it? You should do like me, keep fit and think about all them honeys that will be waiting.’ He rubbed his hands together at the prospect.
    Warren studied the tray in front of him. ‘I can’t do that, it’d drive me mad not to have something to do—I mean, with my brain. I know it probably won’t help me and maybe it won’t mean a job on the outside, but at least if I’m learning things then this won’t of all been a waste.’
    Keegan shook his head. ‘What’s a waste, mate, is that I have a hot bird fuck knows where, doing fuck knows what with fuck knows who, while I’m forced to sit in this shithole!’ Keegan threw his spoon down and pushed his thumbs into his temples as if to relieve some unseen pressure.
    ‘It won’t do you any good thinking like that. That’s why I take the courses; I figure I may as well. It’s good to keep busy. It stops you from thinking too much.’
    ‘Christ, you sound like my Nan! Nah, I’ve thought about it and it I ain’t gonna bother. You’re no different to me, one of us may know how to switch on a computer and grow beans, but we are both fucked.’
    Warren smiled grimly. He was right.
    ‘If you could have one day back, just twenty-four hours, what would you do?’ Keegan leant forward.
    Warren sighed. ‘I don’t know...’ There were so many things he would like to cram in, it was difficult to know in which order to place them. Besides, it would depend if it was a day that Sheffield Wednesday were playing.
    Keegan was almost whispering now. ‘I don’t have to think about it. I’d get me the biggest bucket of fried chicken that you have ever seen and I’d take my bird to the pictures. We’d watch a really good film, like The Godfather or the first Die Hard and we’d eat so much chicken that we could hardly move. Then I’d go to a swimming pool and swim twenty lengths until I was exhausted, then we’d be collected by motorbikes, I’m thinking a couple of big, fat Harleys, and we wouldn’t bother with helmets, we’d be driven up the Embankment really fast back to my swanky flat—’
    ‘Do you have a swanky flat?’ Warren was intrigued.
    ‘What do you think? Course I bloody don’t! But this is my perfect day and before you say it, yes I know that driving without a helmet is not a good idea and I’d probably catch a cold if my hair was still wet—Jesus! You are my Nan!’
    Warren laughed. ‘I can’t help it, I just have a more practical mind!’
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