In true ‘Linda style’, Shazbop and I got ourselves on the receiving end of a pick up by a pair of arms dealers tonight!

Truth truly is stranger than fiction in this case!

So there we were, having a rather giggly night at a local restaurant, discussing all sorts of past misdemeanours – including and in no particular order, pants on heads (done that), breaking into bars in the middle of the night and mixing cocktails (done that), 18-30s holidays (done that), Eurovision, books and all sorts of other stuff.

Towards the end of the evening, we were invited to join a couple at their table for a drink. We thought ‘well, why not?’ So we did and there ensued a jolly strange conversation throughout which we both felt a trifle uncomfortable. They were trying to persuade us to skip work tomorrow and go ‘on’ with them…..hmmmm. I asked them how they could cope with work after a late night and they said they didn’t work. When I said well how do you earn a living then, they looked at one another a bit shifty like and said they were arms dealers and so didn’t do ‘regular’ jobs.

At that point, we made our excuses and left, walking home and giggling about our close encounter! (Making sure we’d not been followed of course!)

This, by the way is Antonio, the restaurant’s owner who lived up to all the stories of Mediterranean men and flattered the hell out of us all evening!

What a strange night…….