A throw resembling a dead sheep and silk sheets. Combined with spiffy suits and spit-polished shoes and that’s Bodie to a tee. Doyle, on the other hand, prefers wearing his silk and some people - names withheld - have likened his hair to something ovine. Bedding wise, he’s a cotton man, through and through. Or was.

These days, it’s Bodie in a parka that’d be more fitting on a tramp and Doyle’s the one looking fit to grace the catwalk. And it’s all in the name of compromise, so they say.

Murphy’s not convinced. Partners don’t normally fight over thread-count.

-- THE END --

December 2005