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 prim miss and asked if she could see something growing

For a moment he thought she might be mad for it. But she didn't seem quite as psychotic as most of the people he'd met latelty so he took off his dress and cleaned the kitchen floor with it.

Donald made a living nowadays as a writer of existentialist novels

.............

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 prince, the Sista a tea lady and Buttons a fool

It all went well until the night of the performance, when, after drinking the free vodka, Donald passed out

She went on holiday to get laid, but it wasn't that kind of a hotel

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 they didn't care, anyway