Part 4

"NO!!! no Tim we're not going to do this... we've got a good name for outself... this is stupid"

"But Paul... you enjoyed it... you've been thinking about it, i know you have... i can read your little mind like a book" Tim replied strutting around me like some sort of idiot

"Tim you couldnt even get through 3 little pigs!"

"I got through "where do babies come from" and your mind isnt much different Paul!"

"Thats it ferguson!" I shouted with no real come back and stormed out the door and heard a little 'ooooooh angry man' as i left. I got in to the lift and went downstairs to the cafe.
'God that idiot, i dont want to do that kind of stuff... ok it was fun, i was great and... NO no no.... forget it Mcdermott... you're not a
stripper... it was a once off thing" i was so deep in my thoughts that i didnt notice the group of women rushing into the door shouting my name.

"PAUL!!!!! WE LOVE YOU PAUL!!! TAKE IT OFF!!!"
They rushed at me with pens and paper asking for autographs... a mob! it had been years since id been attacked by a mob... i loved it... sure i didnt like it all the time but there is thrill in it... it went for hours... and this time not teenagers... well non under 18 anyway. After it died down i finished my coffee, i sat and wondered what would have happened if i took the other job offer. Ted, our old manager and director for alot of our stuff came to me with an offer for a satire news game show thing. I turned it down thinking i didnt want to be in the lime light again. Its not a bad show, Andrew Denton does the host part well. My thoughts ended up with me going back up to the room.

"Ok boys... lets give it a shot hey?"

part 5