Shyheels Posted February 4, 2015 Posted February 4, 2015 rattling down the tracks on its way to Solla Sollew
Amanda Posted February 4, 2015 Author Posted February 4, 2015 A previously fictional town that had been recently incarnated in
meganiwish Posted February 4, 2015 Posted February 4, 2015 the deranged imagination of an escaped surrealist with delusional tendencies
Shyheels Posted February 4, 2015 Posted February 4, 2015 who wore a spotted bow tie on every second Tuesday
meganiwish Posted February 4, 2015 Posted February 4, 2015 This being a Wednesday he was going mufti. ' I say,
Amanda Posted February 4, 2015 Author Posted February 4, 2015 Anyway we were finally underway. I decided to head off
Shyheels Posted February 4, 2015 Posted February 4, 2015 like a guillotine and make my way to the clubcar
Amanda Posted February 4, 2015 Author Posted February 4, 2015 Sssldmph! Cutting through the other passengers I found it without
Shyheels Posted February 4, 2015 Posted February 4, 2015 too much bother although there was a queue forming for
skirtandheel Posted February 4, 2015 Posted February 4, 2015 it had been a troublesome morning. A comedy of errors
Shyheels Posted February 4, 2015 Posted February 4, 2015 led to the bar being stocked with sasparilla instead of
skirtandheel Posted February 4, 2015 Posted February 4, 2015 fermented grape and malted barley juices. A long journey thus
Shyheels Posted February 4, 2015 Posted February 4, 2015 Being spoiled was made nevertheless more bearable by the inclusion
skirtandheel Posted February 4, 2015 Posted February 4, 2015 of mixed fruit and nuts. A shady character boarded at
Shyheels Posted February 4, 2015 Posted February 4, 2015 Petticoat Junction. He'd been staying at the Shady Rest Hotel
skirtandheel Posted February 4, 2015 Posted February 4, 2015 and had dark dealings at hand. He approached the table
aristoc Posted February 4, 2015 Posted February 4, 2015 opposite the bar. Strange he carried four candles in a
Shyheels Posted February 4, 2015 Posted February 4, 2015 basket full of gunpowder. Stranger still that they were lit
skirtandheel Posted February 4, 2015 Posted February 4, 2015 In a flash and a boom he had conjured up
aristoc Posted February 4, 2015 Posted February 4, 2015 a neatly stacked pile of fork handles, which he then
Shyheels Posted February 4, 2015 Posted February 4, 2015 magicked into a set of champagne flutes filled with bubbling
aristoc Posted February 4, 2015 Posted February 4, 2015 hydraulic brake fluid! It was then the carriage lights flickered
Shyheels Posted February 4, 2015 Posted February 4, 2015 As the conductor yelled 'all aboard'. The train pulled away
aristoc Posted February 4, 2015 Posted February 4, 2015 into the night, eerily lit by a cold 'megan moon'
Shyheels Posted February 4, 2015 Posted February 4, 2015 With a silhouette of Santa and his sleigh across it
aristoc Posted February 4, 2015 Posted February 4, 2015 closely pursued by Dick Dastardly and Muttley. This was no
Shyheels Posted February 4, 2015 Posted February 4, 2015 Illusion. We could hear their cackling laughter in the distance
Heelster Posted February 4, 2015 Posted February 4, 2015 but came closer and closer as the train sped along
aristoc Posted February 4, 2015 Posted February 4, 2015 We entered a tunnel and the laughter was masked by
meganiwish Posted February 5, 2015 Posted February 5, 2015 John Betjeman happily diddly-dumming to himself. He was in heaven.
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