Read by Will Goodhand
Fame, fatal fame.
To be fair, everyone said that it wouldn't last. In fact for the last few weeks, nobody seemed to talk about anything else. It got so that by the end, Lavender Bunny and I could hardly face Stringfellows, it was as if Death himself was following us around, or sitting at our table in the VIP area, meaningfully eyeing the other celebs. It was a worry.