Arriving at the beauty clinic I noticed a big posh car outside. 'Is that your Bentley?' I asked my electrician.
'No!' she laughed. 'It's Max Boyce's. He's in next door having a meal.'
'Who's Max Boyce?' asked her young trainee torturer.
'Oggi, oggi, oggi,' I said.
She looked at me for a moment and then turned to her boss and said, 'Who's Max Boyce?'
Have I mentioned that electrolysis hurts? It doesn't get any better the more you have. And now she's trying to persuade me to have my lip waxed. For heaven's sake, do I look like a masochist?