Ray was 65 but looked older, being both a smoker and a heavy drinker. He spent most of his time at home watching old films, occasionally popping down to the pub. He didn’t appear to have any hobbies or interests, or any friends, and came across as a rather sad and lonely individual. It was impossible to have a decent conversation with him, and I knew it was going to be hard work; but he seemed nice enough, so I agreed to take him on as a … Continue reading Ray (part 1): Torquay