The Cabinet Room
Larry sat at the head of a long table that took up much of the cabinet room in Number 10. The gang were seated along its length. Barrymore was pouring out shots of Havana Club at the very cocktail cabinet after which, so it was said, the room had been named. It was all 1950s Formica and mirror glass on spindly legs.
“Rum for the boys,” said Barrymore, “and what will you girls be wanting?”
“A Mah-Jongg cocktail for me, please,” said Flo.
“Ooh, what’s in one of those?” asked Beryl.
“Dry gin, white rum and Curaçao.”
“Oh yeh, I’ll have one of those too.”
“Tiger beer for me please,” said Lady Augusta, “And Zelda will have a dandelion and burdock.”
The young punk sighed, “But…”
“Small sherry please,” said Aunty Stella, “I’ve things to do this afternoon.”
“Now,” said Larry, “let’s get down to business. Situation reports please.”
Boz…
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L’ordinateur est Mort
We have loitered far too long on the brink of the abyss
And the darkness has consumed all around
There will be silence
For some time!
All’s Well That Ends Well
The auditorium had rapidly emptied and they were alone on the stage.
“The Andromeda Geräte an omnipotent alien artefact is. Buried for millennia beneath the Neuschwabenland ice it was, until discovered by Kapitän Alfred Ritscher almost eighty years ago. Over this machine the Dark Lords have power and Armageddon it brings.”
“But not in time to save you little man.” The brutal black shape of a Beretta Pico pocket pistol was in Mr Fluffy’s hand, the red dot of its laser sight quivering on Master Dorje’s forehead. Startled, his Tibetan companions ducked, but Dorje refused to flinch. Lady Augusta moved swiftly between Fluffy and the ancient sage.
“Really Mrs King? This baby holds six rounds. I can waste you all.”
There was a metallic swish and in an instant the edge of a Yoshindo Yoshihara katana blade, cold and hard as a stockbroker’s heart, sharp as an Italian suit, was…
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Christmas Run Up
Just like the Radio Times, publication of the blog will be somewhat erratic in the run up to Christmas.
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