The Cement Garden and Comfort Strangers

In the seventies i lived on very little, only er, but enough to live a good life. I never felt short of money. An and a snooke player appeared in my first novel, an the cement garden. So that kept me going. Rents were low. The lucky thing about being a writer in the early seventies in london, wasyo rent was maybe six, eight, ten pounds a month,. so if you got a hundred and 20 pounds runningfor the radio times, you were laughing. You could just spend the rent when so much easier. And so wen, when, when's the pivot? Because there's going to be two, isn't