<To Uma> Thought you 'ated this smug Southern bastard, Flash Knickers? <Uma rolls her eyes at him> Bloody women! Never understand 'em as long as I live...
<He's hungry, knackered, and his arm and shoulder have started to hurt again. He'd wait there all night if they'd let him, but he knows there's nothing more he can do here; leaving still feels like letting Kathy and her mate down, though. He rings for a taxi to take him back to Kathy's friends' place. Before he leaves, he tears a page out of his notebook and scrawls sonething on it.>
'Ere. My mobile number. Call me when there's some news.
<Continued over in Gene's thread...>


















