“For gods sake do your makeup properly you look like a strip-o-gram.” I suggested, “And I’m Steve Phillips remember, Henderson is the black guy, mid sixties, grey hair?”
“You tore my dress off!” she said, “My party dress!”
“I’ll buy you another,” I suggested. She forgot to thank me, as you would expect so I dropped her at the Hyperion, carried her cases and waited for her to change and then returned around eleven to take her home to Northamptonshire. Indian sex I grabbed the case and grip and rushed from the room, his Lordship blocked my way, “Not good enough, bloody servants not allowed ok, and you frightened the lady wife, I shall report you to your employer.”
I knew his type from the army, cowardly little pricks that hug around in GHQ when we were out dodging stray AK47 fire in Iraq or IEDs in Helmand. She gasped.
