There was no sign of Charles and the rest of Angus’ group. We beat a tactical retreat to Markos’ table; better with greater strength in numbers. Angus, too pissed to notice us, lurched about on the dance floor to the growing irritation of the other dancers. Oh my! the Greeks can drink but they don’t embarrass themselves in the way some Brits can.
Markos and his friends were such good hosts that with flowing conversation and wine we soon forgot about Angus who’d since been ushered off the dance floor.
The rest of that balmy evening passed without incident until...
Neville Hunt almost 2 years ago
...dundundun! Uh-oh! 😰