In no rush, I hoped out of the limo. Stylishly, I walked down the red carpet, I glanced at all my fans, that was separated from me by a golden fence and my bodyguards, and remembered that I was just as hopeless and as lost as them at one time in my life. Before I met the door of Gloucester Cathedral, I couldn’t help let out a sigh of pity for them. Cheekily, I looked down at all the other panjandrums, knowing I was better then them all. After passing them I met my masterpiece, ‘The Fast Supper’.
By Christopher.
By Christopher.