Hanging upside down hooded in some kind of arena, in front of an audience of unknown size I found I had a moment to reflect on the misfortunes of the last few days. As I did so I noticed the crowd fell silent, and only soft footsteps came to my awareness.
I tried to look round in the direction of the footsteps, and as I did so I heard a gasp go up from the audience. What was that? Something surprising… something revealed? I struggled to throw off the hood but it was no good, and I heard laughter coming from the audience.
Andy’s in trouble again – and this time it’s going to get weird. And personal. Enjoy the next part of Clothes Maketh The Man on my Patreon.Become a Patron!