Tony rolled his eyes. Then a frown formed on his face as he focused on a large woman with cropped hair, a yellowing complexion, grey sunken eyes and a lip ring. ‘Who’s the troglodyke?’ he said, horrified at the thought of being stuck with such a creature for even a few hours, never mind days or possibly even weeks. // ‘You mean the rug-muncher with the nose ring?’ Dan said, tearing his eyes away from Tamsin Applegate for a moment. ‘That’s Kim Radclyffe. She hosts a phone-in show on Radio Five. Rumour has it she’s on male hormones, which would help explain the facial hair.’ // Tony laughed. ‘She’s certainly got a good face for radio.’
