Killing Time

Douglas Willetts is a shrew of a man in his mid-40s, barely able to communicate and renting a bedroom in a typically working-class two up-two down. Only he has a bit of a past. For Douglas, every day is just a question of getting through it as painlessly as possible – and that usually means retreating to his bedroom. Is it in order to escape the mundanities of the present? Or to ruminate on his past? Douglas Willetts is a shrew of a man in his mid-40s, barely able to communicate and renting a bedroom in a typically working-class two up-two down. Only he has a bit of a past. For Douglas, every day is just a question of getting through it as painlessly as possible – and that usually means retreating to his bedroom. Is it in order to escape the mundanities of the present? Or to ruminate on his past? Douglas Willetts is a shrew of a man in his mid-40s, barely able to communicate and renting a bedroom in a typically working-class two up-two down. Only he has a bit of a past. For Douglas, every day is just a question of getting through it as painlessly as possible – and that usually means retreating to his bedroom. Is it in order to escape the mundanities of the present? Or to ruminate on his past? Douglas Willetts is a shrew of a man in his mid-40s, barely able to communicate and renting a bedroom in a typically working-class two up-two down. Only he has a bit of a past. For Douglas, every day is just a question of getting through it as painlessly as possible – and that usually means retreating to his bedroom. Is it in order to escape the mundanities of the present? Or to ruminate on his past?