Harry Spittle is 24 and an articled clerk at Clifford Risely, a three partner firm of Solicitors based in Central London. It is June 1981 and all appears rosy. In six months he will qualify as a solicitor; his on-off girlfriend Penny has asked to move into his flat; his flat mate Gary Dobbs has landed a plum job and can repay Harry the money he owes on back rent; Harry’s sister has secured a place at university in Newcastle which means she’s unlikely to visit much; and his father has written to say he has ‘good news on the home front’.
Indeed the only fly in Harry’s life appears to be Harry’s boss, Jeremy Panther (the junior partner who at 29 thinks he is God’s gift to the law) who has left Harry a mountain of work while he holidays in Greece. Still, Harry tells himself, the first Test match of the England v Australia Ashes series is starting so there’s something to look forward to. And if he can find five minutes peace and quiet he’ll look at solicitor firms to which he might apply for a job when he qualifies. After all, under the Tories everyone is exalted to get out and improve themselves and Harry Spittle plans on going places.
Harry Spittle is the hero of my book, Dead Flies and Sherry Trifle; as my NaNoWriMo challenge this year I will begin the process of bringing the follow up to life.