March 31st, yippee, no work tomorrow, a night on the town! Around 8 o’clock my BFF called, and off we went, smelled up, and wallets loaded. First bar we hit, a Gay club, aptly named, “Ben Down & Phil Mc Cavity’s, we laughed going in and coming out. Moving on, only God knows how many bars later. All I can remember is waking up Saturday morning, crawling to the kitchen, never got there, stopped dead, my shoes, black brogues, now high heeled, on inspection size 10, definitely mine, then my eye caught the words inside, “April Fool C U L8r”!
Mick E Talbot