It could indeed end with me being shot. Trying to arrange a dinner date for 26th back up in Derbyshire but I want to have her husband's permission for a pre- birthday dinner. Without him of course. An unusual ploy I must admit but I stress that I will only be her escort. You do believe me don't you chaps?
I have ordered a Savile Row shirt especially for that evening, a natty, fitted pink number with matching pink and navy diagonal striped tie. Dark navy suit and some patent leather shoes from the Lifeboat charity shop. If the worst comes to the worst, I intend to look good lying in the Chapel of Rest.
'Find your enemy and shoot him down - everything else is unimportant.'
