Thinking Of You….
November 15, 2011 § Leave a comment
Standing in Prince waiting for Mr Matthew Stone to catch us up, Mavi and I chatted in the street about our mutual friend Jack and how we missed him and how he should most certainly have been in New York with us. Mr S shouts across at Mavi and I fleetingly look at my feet (mainly to check out my new tiger stripe pimped Converse because well, we are on our Honeymoon period and it was drizzling) and right next to me on the tarmac is a sheet of A4 plain except for one word, the word JACK.
He was with us all the time! Spooky.