…… and last Saturday at the good old Palace, I received one. As a consequence, I now have a much better idea of how much longer my run at the club will last: about three more years. 
It appears that a certain rosy babe of my acquaintance will continue to work as a dancer for that length of time, and I’m most grateful for that. However, one of my other favourites plans to retire from dancing after the Clipsal 500 weekend, so for my next few visits, I’m going to make a point of having her for dances each time. And I certainly hope that no one else attempts to drive a wedge between us again before any of those visits. 
I know what you’re thinking, viewers; what do you mean, “again”? Well, here’s what I mean: as those of you who have read an earlier post may know, I was slightly disappointed and a tad perplexed that things didn’t quite go to plan on the previous visit, but someone (and I don’t care who it was) had mistaken that feeling for blood red rage, and had therefore given my tiny brunette playmate the impression that I was going to lash out about it. But of course, nothing could’ve been further from the truth, and I went to great lengths to put her at ease and reassure her that I was understanding of her situation. 
So the visit was still a successful one, and I await the sight of women in and out of sexy little bikinis on the 27th very eagerly. 
