LJ Pov:
Bojo fell off his scooter and is now looking at me funny.
"Bojo my dude your phone is ringing."
He isn't looking up. I'm considering calling the police to institute him into a mental hospital.
"BOJO MY DUDE."
He finally snaps out of whatever trance he was in and picks up the phone.
What comes out of it comes a tirade of abuse including many swear words and sexual innuendos.
I feel very awkward considering i'm laying on top of a Volvo in the motorway next to Boris Johnson who is hearing more swear words than I knew existed.
I decide it's probably time I get off the Volvo for the drivers sake. I roll onto my side and slip head first down the side of the car.
I manage to skilfully land in a headstand next to a purple car. The purple car driver didn't seem to like this as they got out.
After getting out of my headstand I look up to see who was in the purple car. I was face to face with the queen of England.
Woah.
I suddenly feel extremely nervous, "Hey Liz. Do you mind if I call you Liz. My hairdresser is called Liz but she prefers when people call her Lizzie. Should I call you Lizzie? I can call yo.."
my verbal diarrhoea is cut short by a sharp strike across my left cheek.
Queen Elizabeth had just slapped me.
She storms off back into her little purple car and speeds off into the sunset.
How nice.
"Miss LJ LJ?" A voice calls me and i turn to see a man in a dark suit and sunglasses standing by a limo.
"This way please."
"Stranger danger." I remind him.
"I'm your escort to Downing Street. You see we don't often let our PM scoot around on a scooter."
"I see makes sense." I get into the car with the man as we now drive off into the sunset too.
(authors note: you didn't actually believe we were getting to the office yet did you? That's in chapter 40, guess you'll have to wait.)
