“You what?!?” I ask Short Tony.
He repeats his news.
I am stunned by the announcement. To say that the news hits me like a football-sized chunk of uranium contained in a safe that has then been placed in an iron-framed grand piano and sent plummeting from the fifteenth floor window of the Institute of High Gravity Studies with a member of sixties hippie combo “The Mamas and the Papas” tied to each leg (John Phillips having a large quantity of loose change in his pocket) followed by an antelope, a large bag of ball bearings and a parcel marked “DANGER OF INJURY! Do Not Attempt to Lift This” would be an understatement.
I *LOVE* The Private Secret Diary!
(A bit like “This Life”, with bowls instead of lawyers. Don’t tell anyone!)