After nothing much happening in Ned Nashs life for three decades, one day a data-entry temp at the DSS spilt tea on her keyboard , transforming him at a stroke into Ed Ash, the man with no N.
In some ways, this was an improvement. His violent attacks were over, to be replaced by bizarre, but at least colourful, bouts of purpleness for which he got his picture in the paper. Come to think of it, his violence had got him in the paper too but his mum had never kept the clippings before.
Another change was in his monetary habits – the outgoings didnt reduce very much but they now took place very, very fast. You could say they sped.
Sadly, in all this change, his wife was disappointed : her once skilful stud was now rubbish in bed and could only hug like a horse.