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 a performance artiste and asked if she could perform one of those hip and groovy happenings

For a moment he thought she might be an egomaniac. But she didn't seem quite as psychotic as most of the people he'd met latelty so he humoured her.

Donald made a living nowadays as a senior tutor

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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 whore, the Sista a jodie foster lookie likie and Buttons a waste of space

It all went well until the night of the performance, when, after drinking the free vodka, Donald overdosed on prozac

She stole the show

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 she continued to vogue vogue vogue vogue vogue vogue let your body move to the music....