Stingette.

My sister has a winebar in the next town, over that way.

She's got a bun in the oven so I lent a hand pouring fermented grape and barley juice, tending to the bar, customers, chatting up the lovely ladies, single or not!

Just so happens, Hollywood set up next door in an old, vintage theatre filming their latest piece of crap. Rumour had it, Sting's eldest daughter was in the flick.

Well guess who came around to the winebar. None other than Ms. Fuschia Sumner. I had the pleasure of serving her. I knew it was her right away; you see, there aren't many Londoners running around small-town.

Get your mind out of the gutter. I only served her wine. Although I did my best at the Arabic art of seduction by eyes.

Fuschia, if you should read this, sure I'll go out with you sometime, give me a call ;-)