Remember me? [antikvár]

PROLOGUEOf all the crap, crap, crappy nights I've ever had in the whole of my crap life.On a scale of one to ten we're talking a minus six. And it's not like I even have very high standards.Rain spatters down my collar as I shift from one blistered foot to another. I'm holding my denim jacket over my head as a makeshift umbrella, but it's not exactly waterproof. I just want to find a taxi, get home, kick off these stupid boots and run a nice hot bath. But we've been waiting here for ten minutes and there's no sign of a cab.My toes are agony. I'm never buying shoes from Cut-Price Fashion again. I bought these boots last week in the sale (flat black patent, I only ever wear flats). They were half a size too small but the girl said they would stretch, and that they made my legs look really long. And I believed her. Honestly, I'm the world's biggest sucker.We're all standing together on the corner of some street in south-west London I've never been to before, with music pounding faintly from the club below our feet. Carolyn's sister is a promoter and got us discounted entry, so that's why we schlepped all the way here. Only now we have9