“Holy crap!” Mum shouts as a bike skyrockets past her, narrowly missing her little feet. “The bikes really own the roads and the bloody pavements here, don’t they?”
“Maybe you shouldn’t stand in the bike lane, Ma.”
“Oh, whoops.”
She hops onto the pavement next to me and grabs my arm. Eventually, we manage to…
Bare breasts are in my face, the stripper’s top hanging loosely from the bar stool next to me.
I feel like I’ve descended into hell.
The room is bathed in a red glow, like fire is enveloping the place, while disco balls spin delicately from above, illuminating men who watch the main stage with fervent…