“It’s September 15 2008 and you carry your heart in a cardboard box across the concourse with the world’s TV cameras in your face.”
“Ooh,” E giggles, “it’s the wolf of Wall Street.”
M stuffs a cushion over her mouth and E points at DiCaprio’s leering screenface.
“So Dad,” she goes, “did you ever snort coke off someone’s ass?”
Then they’re rolling about in hysterics. I mean, what do you say to that? So I give them the sad Dad headshake and turn away.
“No wait,” E straightens up, “what it was really like?” CONT…