May 21, 2006 12:11
Clive was in the bar, in a booth, bobbling his head along to whatever it was he was listening to, doing more piecework, though this one was at least turning into something that sort of resembled clothes.
He was keeping an eye out for anyone who may have seen the notice, as well as anyone who'd already signed up.
Go talk to him, join in his craziness.
fashion show,
tristran thorn,
clive