Fire-scarred and unreasonably tall
George lives alone with his partner Ben Hawkes. He works as a health and safety inspector for London Underground on the Crossrail project.
There’s a gay couple who live in one of the flats. Just the two of them, George Stone and Ben Hawkes. And yet… and yet you live around them long enough and you get the feeling there’s someone else living in the flat. You never see them come and go, if you go over there’s no obvious sign, but there are just small things that make you wander. The flicking of a curtain when you think they’re both out, the way there will be 3 beer bottles in the recycling not 2 or 4, the times you think you can hear three people talking through the walls. Small things, nothing conclusive and yet…