KIPPER ARRIVED IN LONDON and felt overwhelmed by the big city. Following his GPS, he arrived at the BBC’s Broadcasting House and parked in the underground parking. He walked into the large reception area, through a security check, and up to a desk.
“I have an appointment with Mr Numan; Sorry I’m late, I had trouble finding my way through London.”
The woman behind the reception smiled and made a call.
Since the competition, Radio One listeners had increased as word spread about a fabulous boy band. Kipper, told to take as much time off work as he needed by his boss, had made Fossils CDs for the shop, which sold like hotcakes. Cosmo told him not to come back until he sorted things out. Kipper hoped that he could sort things out and drive back to Cleethorpes that evening.
A security guard
