The gambler who lives at the end of the road has got himself into a feud with the frowning old man who lives in a house opposite. Something to do with keeping his lights on at night. Frowning old man says it’s anti-social then seems to suggest that if we’d all followed Enoch Powell’s advice none of these sorts of issues would arise. The gambler – not usually lost for words – finds it hard to argue with this line of attack. Where do you begin? Instead he points to his shoes, which are new, and asks if I like them. The frowning old man frowns again.