Jack Vettriano in the heat of the day

Jack Vettriano in the heat of the dayJack Vettriano his Favourite girlJack Vettriano her Secret life
shop one stormy night–’
'It wasn't stormy,' said Cliff.
'‑it's bound to . . . yes, all right, but it was raining a bit . . . it's bound to be a bit special. I bet if we was to go back now the shop wouldn't be there. And that'd prove it. Everyone knows things bought from shops which aren't there next day are dead the edge in Buddy's voice. 'He must be very successful. He's got an office in Sator Square. Only very posh businesses can afford that.'
A new day dawned.
It had hardly finished doing so before Ridcully hurried through the dewy grass of the University gardens and hammered on the door of the High Energy Magic Building.
Generally he never went near the place. It wasn't that he didn't understand what it was the young mysterious and items of Fate. Fate's smiling on us, could be.''Doing something on us,' said Cliff. 'I hope it's smiling.''And Mr Dibbler said he'd find us somewhere really special to play tomorrow.''Good,' said Buddy. 'We must play.''Right,' said Cliff. 'We play all right. It's our job.''People should hear our music.''Sure.' Cliff looked puzzled. 'Right. Of course. Dat's what we want. And some pay, too.''Mr Dibbler'll help us,' said Glod, who was too preoccupied to notice