Piers always
said I had a knack of saying the wrong thing at the most inopportune time! Well I
think that was probably my subconscious kicking back at him and his juvenile
politics.
I push my way from the bar taking the
opportunity of a lull in the frenetic space, a clear pathway presents
itself to my heels, one where you can at least walk one foot in front of the
other in a semi straight line instead of a badly trained ballerina spinning on
her heels for dear life. I make a rush at it before it disappears when I
stumble tripping over someone’s foot in the proceeds and my entire glass of
Mojito splashes over a tuxed-chest.
Who's chest and Tux is the question! Buy book 3 when it's launched and find out...
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