It was dark outside when Donald answere the door. She had said she would be there at 6 o clock but now it was more like 9.00. She was acting crazy and asked if she could hide for a while

For a moment he thought she might be trying to trick him. But she didn't seem quite as psychotic as most of the people he'd met latelty so he put the kettle on.

Donald made a living nowadays as a blood donor

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She spent days trailing around after him, collecting video footage for her net site and listening to stories about the time Shiela Tequilla and he had "been too much for Naples".

The pantomime developed loosely around the tale of Cinderella. Donald was Donald, the Prince was a smack dealer, the Sista a nurse and Buttons a one-eyed man

It all went well until the night of the performance, when, after drinking the free vodka, Donald got jacked by some punk in an alleyway

She was busy cold rockin' the dancefloor

and the hotel fire alarm went off at 5.00am in the morning. They all looked dog rough, except for Donald who had matching blue cotton Pyjamas.

They never found out "who done it" but Donald fucked up some punks on the way home