Would The Real Miss Clark Please Stand Up?
Kicking myself into touch. Steph Clark needs to come back.
She's been gone a little while.
Suddenly she's found the TF1 bar, and has rode up to its doors, and walked through. She sees all the familiar faces and already has a Jack D ready.
She takes that first drink and necks it down, where the bartender pre-empts this and has another waiting.
She leaves her skid lid on her chair and wanders to the jukebox when she flips a coin in to the slot, presses a few buttons and hears the sounds of 'All Along The Watchtower' by the late great Jimi Hendrix projecting out of the speakers.
She sings along.
What happens then, is up to her as an educated mind will tell you, and I have always said. Never give up on your dreams. So why should I give up on mine.
I won't stop fighting this.
So tough luck. You're stuck with me!