“Hang on…”, she arches an eyebrow to her even prettier friend and examines ‘cut-out Jimbo’ a little more closely; bewilderment and bemusement are apparent in equal measure on both of their faces.
“You’re trying to tell me that twelve of you have come to the Edinburgh festival to throw a stag party for one of your best friends, and he couldn’t make it?”
“Yep.”
