I disembark a car on Clarkston Road, driving north between Linn Park and Muirend Safeway. However, I do not want to be recognised, given as it is school-leaving time, so I don a brown cushion on my head.
It is all I can do to keep the cushion from falling off, but my cover is not blown, as I walk past tens of former acquaintances. However, when I get to the bottom, somebody sees through my thin veil of disguise. I ask them how the prom went, to get the reply, "Fantastique!"