You’ll never die, Paddy, he says.Oh yes I will, she says.Oh no you won’t, he says.Grow up, she says, it’s no pantomime, we all will, it’s a modern fantasy and malaise that we won’t, don’t fall for it, and right now it’s my turn for the boat with the hole in it, not yours, so back off.We’re all in that same boat, Pad, Richard says.