Bourne Ultimatum (Season 2, part 3)

I spent a very companiable time with James, on that wall by Bournemouth pier, and the sun grew warmer, and a good couple of hours passed before I decided it must be lunchtime.

James was going to watch some friends in a band, on the bandstand in the lower gardens, and I said I would pop back and watch some of the set.

For some reason I decided to change my dress, into the blingiest, sparkliest dress I own - the day was so shiny that it seemed right.

A touch more glitter to the makeup and back to the gardens to chill out to some music before heading back to Flirts in the Triangle.

The band playing were OK, and people, especially women who passed me as I stood, or rather, swayed rhythmically by the crazy golf, stopped to repeat the refrain "Lovely dress!!!", which, let's face it, I couldn't hear enough of - and there came the high 5s again!

I was lucky enough to get another outside table at Flirts, and loved being treated like a celebrity through familiarity - but a funny thing happened as I approached said eatery:

There's a small supermarket on the corner, and an elderly gentleman sat in his mobility scooter, watching, it seemed with pleasure, all the colourful people attending this event.

We struck up a conversation - Well, he gave me a bit of a monologue, during which I made interjection, asked questions and so on.

He was ex RAF, and had flown Vulcan bombers.

He told me that he was still in touch with his colonel, who didn't approve of 2 men being together, despite there being a lot of it in the RAF!

2 women, no problem...

He had said to the colonel - "Well, look at it this way - we dropped bombs on people!".

Not once did he mention my apparel, he just spoke to me as a human being, asked if I was a graduate, about my family, career and so on - very pleasant, and so nice to simply be accepted by a veteran member of the armed forces, who has dedicated their life to protecting their country.

Well, halfway through my lunch, a rather rough looking guy rocked up and started chatting to me, but he stank of alcohol and his speech was slurred - and very difficult to hear when Lola Lasagne started her set.

I was more interested in grooving to the songs, as we're many women around the area.

Luckily, James suddenly turned up to save me from the drunk, and women suddenly started chatting to us, and we had a fine time until I realised I would need to go and get ready for my evening out at Rubyz.

It felt like I was leaving the party early - surely there was no way I could be scooped up by another party of women - surely it couldn't be as good as last time - I'd be better off continuing to make my own fun, wouldn't I?

"Wait and see!" Giggles Laura - I am not done with the magic yet...