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'The next time I feel like having an evening of torture, humiliation and embarrassment,' said Dora, deciding that sometimes, alcohol was a necessity rather than a desire, 'I shall stay at home and look at my wedding album.'

Lillian and Dora were in a wine bar, dissecting the Rotary Club's speed dating night.

'Oh come on, it was a hoot,' said Lillian. 'The one with the teeth liked you. I saw him showing you photos.'

Dora rolled her eyes. 'Oh yes, he was a real catch. They were pictures of his collection.' She took a huge slug of her drink. 'He collects things.'

'Like what?'

'Like entrenching tools!'

Lillian laughed. 'You're kidding! I bet that was cra...'

'Yes, thank you Lillian.' Dora finished her cognac and wondered whether another would be in order. 'And as for the one in yellow tartan!' She closed her eyes and shuddered. 'He told me he was an executive waste management specialist.'

'A what?'

'He cleans the public toilets in the Meadows.'

Lillian giggled. 'There were some nice men too.'

'Lillian, they were all old. There wasn't one under the age of sixty.'

'It was an over sixties night! We're over sixt....' She caught Dora's eye, 'over fifty,' she continued, 'but we behave as though we're ancient! Let's be like Marta and liven up a bit.'

Dora signalled to the barman, and ordered a double. 'Do not talk to me about Marta,' she said, 'she's had that Jamie staying over.'

'Jamie?' Lillian frowned. 'Jamie Jamie?'

'Yes', said Dora, 'Jamie Jamie.......'