Julia- a short story by Vic Davey
I proposed to Julia Roberts. But for goodness sake, keep it to yourself, if word gets out there'll be a media circus. Anyway, she was in London promoting a new film and she was staying in the Dorchester. I happened to be there too and that was when we met. I was walking down this corridor towards Reception, the Americans call it the Lobby. She came out right in front me, out of the Ladies loo. I knew who she was straight away of course but the embarrassing thing was she'd caught the back of her skirt in her underwear and didn't know. It's funny the things which go through your mind at times and I remember thinking her knickers were more TK Maxx than Rodeo Drive if you know what I mean. Well I couldn't let her walk through the hotel like that, so I caught up with her and touched her on the shoulder and said, "Miss Roberts, you have something of a wardrobe malfunction," nodding at her skirt. She looked at me like she had trodden in something, obviousl...
Berni done a fantastic job for beating The Written Word Group, Open Mic night drum. A big bonus was her story about the Lady On The Beach. Mondays on Breeze FM is place to hear more stories from The Written Word Collection.
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