They roll to a stop in the rusty old Datsun. Sadie sits in the front seat even though her head can barely see over the window. Seat belt baggy across her hips. ‘She’s a Man Eater’ playing very quietly in the background Watch out boy she’ll chew you up. The Suze switches the radio off with her lips pursed, puts on a would be smile, stubs out her cigarette in the overflowing ashtray.