It was dark outside when Donald answere the door. She had said she would be there at 6 o clock but now it was more like 9.00. She was upside down and asked if she could straighten things out a bit

For a moment he thought she might be on drugs. But she didn't seem quite as psychotic as most of the people he'd met latelty so he gave her some more e and a line of coke, then topped it off with absinth.

Donald made a living nowadays as a profesional durgs host to a world famous Czar

.............

She spent days trailing around after him, collecting video footage for her net site and listening to stories about the time Shiela Tequilla and he had "been too much for Naples".

The pantomime developed loosely around the tale of Cinderella. Donald was Donald, the Prince was a Boxer, quite famous, Nazeem or something like that..., the Sista a Rapper, hard and dark and Buttons a packet of chocolate sweets, maid by cadburys ®

It all went well until the night of the performance, when, after drinking the free vodka, Donald spontainoiusly combusted, and rocketed into the sky like a flare, attracting the coast guard

She went on to become a world famous artist

and the hotel fire alarm went off at 5.00am in the morning. They all looked dog rough, except for Donald who had matching blue cotton Pyjamas.

They never found out "who done it" but they all reckon it was Donald... or maybe someone else....