THREE’S A CROWD

I looked at my watch, trying to catch the light of one of the club’s many sweeping multi-coloured spotlights. 2.30 am. I looked across the dance floor at my friend Tristan, who had his hands all over the arse of a pretty blonde girl.

Some holiday, I thought as I nursed the beer in my hand.

He’d been chatting her up for the last hour and I was starting to get bored.

We were halfway through a week in Crete and though the weather had been great, the evenings despite my best efforts, had so far provided no action whatsoever.

“A penny for them.” A petite brunette...