Friday 3rd November 2017
Saronītha, Greece, chatting on line with friends about our collective times lived dancing in nightclubs…
When we were courting (partying) I sent Erroll to move my car (lest I got a ticket). See, I couldn’t leave Arq as i was in a dance-off. Erroll found the car, drove round the block, miraculously found another car spot, came back to Arq to tell me about it.
We leave Arq next day; now we’re searching for the car through all the side streets of Darlo. Hours in the harsh light of Monday morning. Nothing.
Then we retrace a full 24 hours steps…and there the car was: in its original car spot.
Either Erroll was tripping that he actually moved it or he moved it and bloodywell parked it in the same spot.