Booking

Although very late when his flight arrived at Liverpool, the plane had been full and they were all processed through passport control quickly. 'Tony', deliberately wearing the same rather effeminate shirt as in the passport photo, was waved straight through without a hitch.

He was back... and so was Mac2. Free to go and do what he chose. It felt so good. He'd used Tony's debit card to book a room in an airport hotel. He crashed out, relieved, but suffering a bit of a headache. Mac2 was his bedmate.

In the morning it was off to Liverpool Central Library.