Are we sitting comfortably, children? Then I’ll begin.

Once upon a time, Tom had two parties on, and both on the same night. This happens a lot as Tom is super popular and cool, and awesome. He’d gotten an SMS that day to tell him that one of the parties was in the far off land of Hopper’s Crossing. He’d driven there before, he could do it again. He was unfazed. Later, a man called Christopher Honig called to check that he was going to this party. Neither of them mentioned where it was, and both were confused as to why Chris had bothered ringing. But they didn’t worry about it.

So Tom first went to a good friend and erstwhile grapefruit reviewer’s 20th birthday in Brighton. This was great fun, with good people and much chatting. Then, at around 10 o’clock, he jumped in his car to drive to Hopper’s Crossing. It was a long drive, but quite enjoyable – his iPod was on very loud and he sang along in poor key.

When he reached the house, he called Chris on his mobile to say he’d arrived.
“Come on up!”
“Er, the door’s locked.”
“Locked? Where are you?”
“Hopper’s Crossing.”
“You’re joking right?”
“I’m what?”
“We’re at la la land in the city. You’re joking, right?”
…
“Do you think, Chris, that this might have been what you were supposed to tell me about?”

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A jolly evening. I got there in the end. Petrol’s much better priced in Hopper’s Crossing.

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