I trip over my high-heeled black boots, but you're there to catch me....we laugh by the fire of Ye Olde Cowardly Lion or some such.

We'll be surrounded by embarassed Londoners - i'll drag you up to your feet we'll find the Lion and I'll thrust a double Paddy in your hand - fear not - I will then begin to recite the Diamond sutra and start to levitate in front of you upwards and out of the pub, whereby you will only see my Rainbow body and realise that all the time you were with me in dear 'ol London town you were in the company of the guru - and all your neurosis will completely vanish (yes even the 'Trophy-woman' thang) and you can instantly experience bliss - and become completely disinterested in pensions and older men. You will try to find me but I'll already have gone....sigh...I'm sorry it will have to go this way. I'm a busy reincarnation of the 17th century Tibetan saint Geshe Thundrup Nyilgwang Chodro...I don't hang around darlin'