A man in a Valentino suit – easy to spot up the Angel. Who did he think he was, dressed up like that? Looking a right twat!
“I tell you what,” Bronwen said, “gimme a lift home and you and me can talk in my house.”
The factory girls watched in disbelief… John poured another brandy… Bronwen, the biggest slag in the valley, was walking out of the Angel with the best looking stranger they had seen for years.
in Blackout: Week 13. Chapters 28-30.