They arrived alone, mostly, or in ragged twos and threes, stumbling in from the late winter cold in their oversized cotton hoodies and bought-on-credit Canada Goose parkas, past the out-of-order ATM in the lonely wood-panelled foyer, and the corner where the cigarette machine used to stand; skirting the Thursday evening dart league in the fluorescent-lit adjacent lounge where somebody’s bawdy grandma was drinking double shots of rye and the teary-eyed break-up dramas were unfolding loudly and . . .