expertise and his scribblings (OK, so I rubbed most of them out, it’s the thought that counts . . .). Thanks also to Matt Smith (for the ideas and for making me extra work . . . Cheers, Matt, I’ll do the same for you some day). Just joking fellas, thanks. Many thanks to the sales team of Macmillan. In fact, to all of you.
Special thanks to Dee, Zena, Jo Bolsom, Sanctuary Music, Iron Maiden, Wally (if it’s Thursday it must be Madrid) Grove. Thanks to Martin ‘Gooner’ Phillips, who suffered, as I did, last September. To Terri, Rachel and Rebecca. To Ian Austin (congratulations again . . .). Thanks to Nicki Stinson (dinner’s ready!).
Very special thanks to James Whale, Linda Bartley and Ash.
To Jack Taylor, Tom Sharp, Amin Saleh, Lewis Bloch, Damian and Christina Pulle. To Stephen Luckman, too.
Thanks also to Maurice for the hot dogs and the insults . . .
Special thanks also to Hailey Owen. To Caroline at Platinum Services. To Factotum.
A special thank you to Rob Jones at Central TV. Always a pleasure to work with you, Rob, even if that bloody bulldog
To a mate of mine who didn’t want to be named, so I’ll just say, thanks R.H.
Indirect thanks to Martin Scorsese, Sam Peckinpah and Walt Disney (just making sure you’re still paying attention – the last one was a joke . . .). Also to Metallica, Queensryche and Ozzy Osbourne. Thanks also to whoever makes those elasticated bandages for when your calf muscles disintegrate . . .
Thanks to the Rhiga Royal Hotel in New York and still to Margaret in Lindy’s in Times Square.
As ever, thank you to Liverpool Football Club. The mighty Reds. The
I try to say thanks to my mum and dad in every book but, as usual, it never seems enough. Probably because it isn’t.
Extra special thanks to my wife, Belinda, for absolutely everything. The only woman I know who is prepared to accept me for the man I can only apologize for being. And, of course, to the other girl in my life, who doesn’t really care that Dad shouts at the TV when the football’s on, laughs when he drives too fast on the way back from nursery, or sings along to the CD. And who forgives him when he can’t quite manage to do
And to you, my readers. You’re always there and I thank you. I hope you always will be. It’s a long road sometimes, but we’ve still got a hell of a journey left. There’s a lot of fighting to be done yet.
Let’s go.
Shaun Hutson
First published 1999 by Macmillan
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