He found himself a decent flat, a warehouse conversion by the canal east of the City. New development, eager developers, and a good mortgage deal lined up and ready: a hundred and fifty thou, five percent deposit, five percent cashback. He filled in the forms, signed the papers, got the money in his bank account. Then he went and blew it all on sweets. Two hundred packets of candy cigarettes, three million chewy cola bottles, one million Mojos, fifty thousand Wham! bars, two and a half million sherbet flying saucers, nine hundred thousand fruit salad chews, eighteen thousand fizz-bombs and a packet of love hearts. 1998