The Small Hours
Rachel has a night ( and early morning ) to remember
I order Joe to change the disc right this minute. I’ve stood an hour of his tuneless techno music and I can take no more. “Put something on that has at least a hint of a melody, this is driving me nuts.” He throws me an indignant stare, before his eyes go back to the road. “Forgot to bring any other discs, you’ll have to find something on the radio instead.” I glance skywards and tut, before doing battle with the radio, e...