was that cummerbund ever a bad idea inspo/self-deprecation
‘Are you all right now?’ she asked as we settled. ‘You look shattered.’
‘No I’m fine,’ I said. But I wasn’t.
I was shattered. I couldn’t get the fucking cummerbund off. Jesus, was that cummerbund ever a bad idea. Under the attendant’s mirthful sneer I had skipped and cursed and twisted. In th…