‘It’s control! It’s the upper hand. It’s him knowing after everything he did that, he still had to bail me out and throw me a lifesaver. He can fuck off. I don’t need anything from him ever again. I will never accept another helping hand from that arsehole, prick-faced, son of a bitch, wanker called Alexi.’

I finish about two levels louder and higher as rage consumes me, and he continues to stand there like the silent black statue I know he can be. Unfazed by bat-shit crazy ...