Barry was always told that he needed some sense knocking into him and eventually much to everyone's relief someone did.
Travel through the physical and metaphysical world of Barry Broomfield, a man who has known only one thing: that he is a loser.
‘Why’d you do that if you knew I was coming? I thought we arranged you’d have them cleaned once a month. Why would you clean the windows if you know you have a window cleaner?’
‘Well, I didn’t know when you were going to come did I? They were dirty and needed cleaning so I cleaned them myself. The next day I come home to see you’ve left your stupid little card saying you’d just cleaned’em for me.’
Mrs Beston’s face swelled crimson and its bloodshot, bulging eyes glared with an unjustified menace. Barry attempted to...