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I knew this to my cost There was a boutique in Dublin with the sa an expensive chiffon skirt – that I’d never once worn – just to get out of the place And I wouldn’t one in because it had started to rain and I’d no umbrella/hood/hat/nice hair that looked better after it had been drenched in rainwater I’d have been better off going to the s thrush oint question-and-answer session)

However, despite all of this, I felt an adrenalin rush as soon as we entered the swi was so beautiful Helen, Anna, E on our favourite colours like bees on flowers Dad hovered by the door, staring at his feet

Within seconds, I ell onmyself into a swimsuit-wraparound skirt-visor ensee at the cabana-hut-style changing-roo assistants in evidence, a choosy customer ithin

‘Maria,’ a laden assistant called over the straw door, ‘is the DKNY totally great on you?’

‘Totally great,’ Maria’s diseh’

Too high? All of us out-of-towners ceased our browsing and turned, as one, to exchange what-on-earth? looks What did she rouped in the centre of the room – even Dad – and Helen went to the cabana hut for a gawk ‘Too high,’ she confirmed on her return ‘So lifted, her nipples are almost on her shoulders A halter-neck is her only hope’

‘Ah here,’ Dad o to the pub and have a pint and read the paper’

‘There aren’t any pubs round here,’ Eirls sit with you,’ Anna advised ‘You’ll be charged for it’

‘No,’ Muh for you’

‘It’s Saturday night tonight I’d love a bit of glao?’

‘There’s the Bilderberg Room,’ Emily said doubtfully, but I shookMum I’d known it was her sort of place the first (and only) tione there: the Four Seasons, Beverly Hills

Dad refused to go ‘Feck this for a haircut, I’ dickied up I want to watch sport and eat peanuts’

‘Fine Stay at home then, we don’t care’

I needed the horse-hair wax to fix h E table,’ she said

But the dressing table was craed a heap of photos, which slithered to the floor ‘Sorry’ As I gathered thehteen ued – I love looking at photos – I shuffled through pictures of Emily and her friends in various states of disarray One of her winking, another ofkisses at the camera – ‘The state of us,’ I held it out to her ‘And we thought ere gorgeous’ – E a bottle of Smirnoff Ice, my pink, shiny face and red, Satan eyes happy and carefree; htly more demure; then a picture of Emily with the cutestover his forehead and he was laughing mischievously into the camera

‘Christ, who’s he?’ I asked in admiration ‘He’s yum!’