“Go on so” said Peter the first. “Ten days exhibit beginning November 1st and we’ll extend

to Christmas if you bring the punters in, which no doubt you will, NO CHARGE. And don’t wreck the fuckin place.”

Jessie couldn’t believe it. His last hope and it had been given to him for free. Granted, in his role as layman Priest, he had officiated at their wedding. So maybe they owed him a favour. Not very likely though, considering he had puked three times, whilst going through their vows and giving them his blessing. But it was a good while back and they’d long since forgiven him.

God that was some wedding.