Extract from Tony's new book!
I had regularly started jogging out of Downing Street . On each run I happened to jog past a prostitute standing on the same street corner, day after day.
With some apprehension I would brace myself as I approached her for what was most certainly to follow.
"Fifty quid!" she would shout from the kerb.
"No way, 50p!" I fired back..
This ritual between myself and the prostitute continued for days.
I'd run by and she'd yell, "Fifty quid!"
And I'd yell back "50p!"
One day however Cherie decided that she wanted to accompany me on my jog.
As we jogged nearer the problematic street corner, I realised the "pro" would bark her £50 offer and Cherie would wonder what I'd really been doing on all my past outings.
I realised I'd need to have a damn good explanation for my illustrious lawyer wife.
As we jogged into the turn that would take them past the corner, I became even more apprehensive than usual.
Sure enough, there was the prostitute.
I tried to avoid the prostitute's eyes as she watched the pair of us jog past.
Then, from the pavement, the prostitute yelled,
"See what you get for 50p?"
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And in the morning of my time
I'll try to understand
I learn by what I find
And love you if I can
Renaissance
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