Generation F
I spotted the guy holding the “Elly Torres” sign and made my way over to him. Bodyguards are mandatory for Scottish nationals wanting to travel around England. He was a few years younger than me, kitted out with a bullet-proof sleeveless jacket and a big fuck-off gun. His name was Trent. He had green eyes. He asked me if I’d been to England before. I told him I had never left Scotland before. He sighed. “Come with me.”