Afternoon
Fifty yards further on are the Whitchmen, I hope they are about to start, my stride lengthens, “Keep up Chrissie.” we get there just as the band are starting, we are on the side of the road by the first of the dancers. Brazzers “Right, I notice no-one was tempted to go to the bar, who wants what, guests of honour first, Chrissie, what’s your poison,”
“Brandy and coke please, a single only, everyone else has been trying to get me ratted with doubles so far today.”
“Jenny, what would you fancy?”
“I’m not telling, but a Hobgoblin would do a treat for now thanks”
“Frank, you still a Hobgoblin man?”
“Please, Michael.”
“Darren, get those started, while I sort out the rest, ok” Darren, who by some strange co-incidence was sitting next to
