Thursday, March 20, 2008


Felicia never bemoaned her days as a happy-go-lucky clubber, up for a bit of anonymous sex with whoever she fancied. Never the same woman twice in a row, never the same place twice in a row. Unpredictability; that was the key to good sex and a good life, even when you were too tired to go home and ended up sleeping rough until the morning – or sleeping with someone. You had to be careful there and leave before the dawn else they began to have expectations. Breakfast, another meet, a date. Before you knew it there would be tartan suitcases in her Interiors hallway; M&S knickers among her French Connection and oven chips on the side of Haute Cuisine.

1 comment:

liz fenwick said...

tartan suitcases :-)