[Marwood is in the pub toilets, after walking past a hulking Irishman who's called him a ponce]
Marwood:
[voiceover]
I could hardly piss straight with fear. Here was a man with 3/4 of an inch of brain who'd taken a dislike to me. What had I done to offend him? I don't consciously offend big men like this. And this one has a definite imbalance of hormone in him. Get any more masculine than him and you'd have to live up a tree.
Marwood:
[reading graffiti]
"I fuck arses." Who fucks arses?
Marwood:
[aloud]
Maybe *he* fucks arses!
Marwood:
[voiceover]
Maybe he's written this in some moment of drunken sincerity.
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