Wingate
an excerpt

"My father is dead."

"So sorry."

"Yeah. Well, that's life for you... Well, I mean, it's life for you, sort of the opposite of life for the old boy."

"Was it a peaceful death?"

"Not really. He was cleaning his dueling bazooka and it went off in his face."

"His dueling bazooka?"

"A white elephant if you ask me. He never dueled and even if he had, I'm pretty sure there's not two men in this world dumb enough to choose bazookas."

"Um."

"Well, not any more, anyaway..."

"I don't know what to say."

"That's because I'm talking bollocks."

Millie turned around, "So your father is still alive?"

"Nope, dead as a doornail."

"Sorry."

"The other guy was quicker of the mark with his dueling bazooka."

"You're still talking bollocks?"

"There's no way to be sure," said Wingate, drawing on his cigarette, "I'm a very complicated man."