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The perverts, in blue socks, slump in the corner, sleeping off Anna de Logardière's Bloody Marys (bottle of Stolly, one cherry tomato and photograph of a celery stick) under the Norfolk island Palm.
Ah, but now they're stirring, their senses anaesthetised but nevertheless catching traces of fresh mylar and aluminised fibreglass in the air. Inadvertently, Bill Posters has excited their attention, once again.
I say inadvertently but it's beginning to look more and more advertent. |
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