In I stroll...no need to glance around the bar, because those who there when I left yesterday evening, haven't budged from their stools. I cannot bring myself to comment on the mayhem. It's all a bit beyond my comprehension. There's a big bunch of bargain-of-the-week cut-price flowers on the bar. Tasteful, clashing colours, I see. Why aren't they in a beautiful vase? Mmm...seem to recall that was lifted by a codger wearing a long mac, on opening night. Will have been flogged for a song on Ebay by now. The message reads - 'too the lurve of me life, from the love of yoors.' Isiah certainly knows how to treat a girl. Fliplop appears to be in a trance. She's imagining herself dolled up in a vast meringue of suger-pink tulle, with pretend rhinestones dotted hither and thither to create plenty of sparkle. She has such good taste, that one! Isiah is toying with the idea of wearing an Elvis- style outfit. 