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To describe the party's escapades on The Bass Rock would take up 700 pages of foolscap covered in tiny writing and of such multifarious detail and full of such 'inside baseball' references that only a social scientist or prurient seeker after what he might call aberrant or perverse behaviour would be interested in – suffice to say, the Rock was a sans mans enclave that entire day and the ladies all thoroughly enjoyed themselves, with the entire Ship's crew together with Effie and her staff all joining in: you might call it a saturnalia, but, in truth, Saturn had fuck-all to do with it for this day, Venus Rools was writ upon the Rocky Crag and even Tuffy Bathgate's rendition of Bonnie Tyler's 1977 Disco Classic It's a Heartache with her own mondegreen lyrics – no-one ever managing to persuade her that she had misheard them on her first encountering the song - “It's a Hard Egg, Nothing bit a Hard Egg” was unanimously voted the Karaoke Top of the Pops for the day, but, for the nonce, Teri was so active and pre-occupied that she barely had thyme to thype these words before she was wheeched off in another frenzy of activity and pleasure and just managed, as she abandoned her tablet on a rocky shelf, to click on Submit

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