The obligatory late comer tip-toed self-consciously to a vacant seat as the crowd hushed. Then there was silence, loud with expectation. It was Jarod's turn to speak. With one bound he was centre stage and fixing the audience with a mesmerizing glare, he wrenched opened his shirt, revealing the truth at last. He was Super Toastie! Three women in the front row swooned. A man let out a whoop ... *
*Palaver aside I want to know do they do these in "women"? Or is it one sex fits all? Just a thought. Fair's fair. Equal playing fields and all that.
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