It was dark outside when Donald answere the door. She had said she would be there at 6 o clock but now it was more like 9.00. She was lost in the fog and asked if she could borrow a bicycle to cut throught the haze more quickley

For a moment he thought she might be ableto find help. But she didn't seem quite as psychotic as most of the people he'd met latelty so he offered to lend out the lawnmower.

Donald made a living nowadays as a chip shop potatoe cleaner

.............

She spent days trailing around after him, collecting video footage for her net site and listening to stories about the time Shiela Tequilla and he had "been too much for Naples".

The pantomime developed loosely around the tale of Cinderella. Donald was Donald, the Prince was a motorcycle mechanic, the Sista a librarian and Buttons a lost soul

It all went well until the night of the performance, when, after drinking the free vodka, Donald fell asleep in the garden pool

She lost all her marbles

and the hotel fire alarm went off at 5.00am in the morning. They all looked dog rough, except for Donald who had matching blue cotton Pyjamas.

They never found out "who done it" but they all lived hapily ever after