I got to Taps late last night, after having a drink in London, at around 10.30, which on a Thursday is the time just before it goes properly mental and all the proto venereal scum from the George arrive to ruin the Taps for a couple of hours before going on to Ratlers to further ruin themselves.
Anyway, as I came in Charlie greeted me with a broad smile and proudly told me that he was in charge (Irena having disappeared off to Town with my brother, Gareth and Jan).
Understandably incredulous at this preposterous notion I asked Charlie to confirm that this was indeed true and Charlie proudly affirmed that Irena had indeed left him in sole charge.
While behind him Deon just shook her head at me and smiled.
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