Gran really did herself up well that evening. She had a long black evening dress; low at the shoulders, to me it spoke of restrained elegance. With the use of discreet jewellery, she looked fantastic. Mark and I looked positively underdressed by comparison.
Gran drove us into Leeds. I wasn’t all that comfortable about getting into a moving vehicle with her behind the wheel. I was sure her eyesight wasn’t what it used to be, and she was no stranger to the accelerator pedal either.
Two rather shaken young men and a totally unperturbed senior citizen emerged from the nearby multi-storey car park.
“Gentlemen, are we set to party?” Gran asked.
I nodded, but my insides were in knots. I hadn’t exactly enjoyed myself the last time I’d visited a nightclub. However, with Mark at my side, I im
