He has a beard, possibly greying, likely unkempt which he's playing with as he asks if I can come to the meeting later.
" Erm, sorry, what meeting ?" I stare at my phone for an explanation.
" The RCP, Revolutionary Communist Party ? you gave your phone number to one of our members last week." His voice impossibly deep and old now as I remember the girl and her lop sided smile. She'd asked me if I'd like to come to a meeting, we'd been in the Student Union and I was dressed as Adam Ant. She'd said she'd liked my white stripe.
" We meet at the Sal at 8 0'clock, if you're serious about politics "
I thank him for his call and hang up before my mum comes back from Asda. I really hope he doesn't call back.
