clunk, trip, ouch

Clunk, trip, ouch. Clunk, trip, ouch. Clunk, trip, ouch. Clunk, trip, ouch.......*

An evening that was presumed to be about to pan out one way...actually ended up panning out another. I should've realised; what with being in the company of the most disorganised person in Embra. Still I got to hang around with the minor glitterati of the city.


* At each name dropping, it hit the floor with a clunk, and I tripped over each and everyone of those dropped names...............only thing is, they were very,very.very,very small names. So actually, I didn't even trip over them. I really just trod on them without even noticing.