But apart from being a contract cleaner Dave Maslen was also a first class flirt, and his skin head was often his way in, because it was obviously not shaven, so inquisitive girls often asked him how he lost his hair and when they did he knew he was in with a chance so he really enjoyed flirting.
Yvonne Makin had called a staff meeting which was to take place in the main conference room, so bright and early one morning he opened his office door to make his way there and found on the other side of it was the familiar face of his Head of Housekeeping
"Scotland," said Pete. He phoned me at my parents house. It was a Tuesday afternoon and I happened to be in. "Scotland?" "Scotland." "What about...
If you only read the mainstream press you'd hardly have any idea there was anything going on, bar the odd high-profile tale of strange lights over...
We waited for details throughout the night. We ate toast and jam, sipped instant coffee. Phones ran out of credit. Those moments defined us. Danny...
The Finchbottom Vale, which was nestled comfortably between the Ancient Dancingdean Forest to the south and the rolling Pepperstock Hills in the north, is those who are lucky enough to live there, thought of as the rose between two thorns.
Alan had noticed her among the group of staff, dressed in her official uniform of a blue skirt and jacket with a crisp white blouse. She was five foot eight with short black hair, in a pixie cut, mesmerizing green eyes and a very decent figure and very acceptable legs.
The day after Karen had given herself permission to get on with her life she was once again on the train from Purplemere to Finchbottom and once she had disembarked she hurried off the platform and out through the barriers and took the first cab on the rank and was quickly heading towards the Reel Times building.
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