Pat
A few days of pleasant anticipation lies ahead of me. Making my plans is always such fun.
Choosing plain joggers and a hoodie in shades of dark grey, and soft-soled trainers, I set out for the evening.
An all-night cafe across the road from the Sapphire Club gives me a vantage point. The angle’s not great, but I can just about see the front entrance if I pick the right table. From there, as I come off the late shift, ham and eggs with plenty of coffee keeps me going. And the sports channel gives me the excuse to stay.
So I hang, taking in more caffeine than is good for me, surfing on my phone.
Just after 4 am, All Kinds Of Girls! blinks out and the assorted compañeros stagger out in various shades of intoxication, mostly on the arm of whichever w***e-monger has paid them for the p
