So How Was Shayne for Me?

Bloody harrowing! We set off early for the meeting with Shayne, Miss P and mate in tow. Everything went fine until we hit the Hyde Road and the traffic ground to a halt. I wasn’t panicking or uncool, then my watch hit 8.30 and my inner voice told, “You ain’t going to get there in 15 minutes.”

And my inner-inner voice said, “High expectations, girls up early, and we’re listening to Shayne on the car radio, miss this and you’re a dead man.” I’ll cut to the chase. Some illegal and inconsiderate manoeuvres later, I hit the Key 103 bollards (not literally) chivvying the girls out at the barrier while I double-park on the cobblestones.

The idea was that they go in and I wait to run Miss P to the station for a homeward train. But I got carried upstairs for Buck’s Fizz and bacon barms, and excellent both were.

As it was, Shayne didn’t turn up until about 9am. Signed singles dished out and X-factor photos still to be posted.

In true Clayton style, Miss P managed to nut Shayne, accidentally, while moving herself to the photographer’s commands.

“A good day, a shield day” as Yozzer Hughes had it when rattling spears in the last Lord of the Rings.

As for me, I was rattled and no shield, but Shayne seemed a good bloke and unprecious, but then he should be. Time will tell.

Nobody’s prefect. If you find any spelling mistakes or other errors in this post, please let me know by highlighting the text and pressing Ctrl+Enter.

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  • Blognor Regis 22nd December 2005

    Was that a coded message?

    Allo London ziz is Nighthawk…

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