I was polishing my veneer of respectability when the phone rang:
— Hey, are you free tonight?
— There’s a party at Twemlow’s, 8 till late. Come and join us.
— Who else is going?
— The Chief of Police, two High Court judges, a slew of MPs, maybe some future bishops. Oh, and that guy who does children’s television.
So I figured, ‘I’m almost out of polish anyway, so….’