I’ve been busy, Eric.
Quincy’s still hanging from the rafters of a derelict warehouse he invested in, but as the smackheads of Edinburgh were never going to pay for his ‘shabby-shite’ apartments, he lost it all. His yellow tie choked the life out of his fat fucking neck a long time ago, he’s just been left there.
I imagine Bill’s found love/more drugs, either way, man down.
As for Decs, he probably was off on holiday and in his excitement, went too far. I remember the good old days when we could chuck around a few nonce insults and get a couple of weeks in the cool