I was in the pub one night and this woman went to sit down next to me, so I moved my coat out of the way. She laughed at me, because the coat was pink. I said, “It’s not pink. It’s light plum.” Bit of banter, you see? Broke the ice. I fuck her the way I can’t fuck my wife. Throw her about the room. Bit of strangulation. It’s different, more animalistic. I’ve only seen her a couple of times, but when I’m offshore, I talk to her more than I talk to my missus. I don’t know if I miss her, but I miss the things she says to me. She tells me I look strong. My wife doesn’t say those things. And I don’t want to say “Look, I need to hear this” and then for her to go “Oh, you look nice” straight away, all robotic and that. But I do need to hear it. Massively. Turning thirty hurt me. My hair started falling out.