I vote taxi. Colin said, raising his hand as if we were doing a tally.

I rolled my eyes and unlocked the front door, getting in and reaching over to unlock the passenger door. I got out again, leaning on the soft surface of the removable roof.

So am I going on my own or what?

With no great haste Millie and Lizzie piled in the back and Colin got in the front, pushing his seat back because he was stupidly six foot three and couldn’t possibly of bent his legs for a ten minute car journey. As soon as I started the engine my stereo clicked in, blasting out my music which was not to the taste of Colin.

Bloody noise. he said, turning off my music.

I scowled at him before catching a wink from Millie in the rear view mirror. That made me smile and I concentrated on the ***** brunette in the back for the rest of the journey, instead of the chauvinist pig sitting next to me. I couldn’t believe Lizzie agreed to go out with him, he was like something out of a time warp. His blond hair was combed back into what can only be described as a quiff, his cheeks were flushed a permanent shade of pink and his clothes screamed private school boy that was the rugby team captain or cricket captain or something equally as posh. Oh and his nose was perdurably stuck up as if he could smell something bad all the time. I should have informed him it was probably the commoners around him that had never attended a tea party or a royal hunt that he could smell. I didn’t of course, because that would’ve been rude.

We arrived at Nandos a short time later, Colin had been saying something about how he would have to rewash his cutlery because he never trusted foreign restaurants. I was going to tell him where he could stick his rewashed cutlery but Lizzie shot me the look before I had a chance.

Millie also noticed that this bloke was getting under my skin and took my hand, pulling me away from him and into the restaurant.