I'm dubious about the Chinese look coupled with the bandage high heels. It's just as well that I'm not toting a gun today. That would have just been the height of tacky. Perhaps I've just been too strongly influenced by Singapura. The ensemble will have to do, and I meander to my destination. All very well till I ease myself down. Clearly sitting down in a short dress is a mistake, and my resemblance to a badly beaten hooker takes on infamous proportions as the bluish purple weals across my thighs gleam darkly against the cream of the dress. No amount of tugging from any angle is going to make me look like a nice girl, so I resign myself to artistically draping the table linen over me and think instead of the hapless, beaten up coke can (which ought to have been decimated (ok, so perhaps I exaggerate a tad) but for a bunch of rabidly appalling pellets that preferred to reside impotently in the barrel. Yup. Good thing the imagery was over two days.....