A Taste Of Bamboo For Maria
I was transfixed, cornered by a pair off accurately aimed emerald coloured laser beams. Well, that’s how I recall it when I first caught her gazing at me. It was a Friday, late June, 1980. There I was at Bogart’s Disco: hot, smoky, crowded and very loud – what on earth drew me to places like this? Pulling women… that’s what. Mind you, back then I was pretty successful – I fancied myself a wolf! She was leaning provocatively, in a relaxed manner, against a pillar and supping casually from a...