aristoc Posted February 5, 2015 Posted February 5, 2015 or moonlighting on Auden's mail train from London to Scotland.
meganiwish Posted February 5, 2015 Posted February 5, 2015 Betjeman sued Auden for plagiarism and all the clocks stopped.
aristoc Posted February 5, 2015 Posted February 5, 2015 The Judge ruled time was immaterial, the jury vanished, and
meganiwish Posted February 5, 2015 Posted February 5, 2015 the train went on its way without poetic hindrance or
Shyheels Posted February 5, 2015 Posted February 5, 2015 even a toot of its whistle. The engineer was simply
skirtandheel Posted February 5, 2015 Posted February 5, 2015 glad he could get an egg and bacon sandwich without
Shyheels Posted February 5, 2015 Posted February 5, 2015 Having to perform the Mad Scene from Lucia di Lammermoor
skirtandheel Posted February 5, 2015 Posted February 5, 2015 Being thankful for this reprive the passengers burst into a
Shyheels Posted February 5, 2015 Posted February 5, 2015 Rousing chorus, singing the Lumberjack song as the train rattlled
skirtandheel Posted February 5, 2015 Posted February 5, 2015 on. Through the interconnect appeared slim, shady's contact with the
Shyheels Posted February 5, 2015 Posted February 5, 2015 Man from U.N.C.L.E. appeared likely to bear fruit. He said
skirtandheel Posted February 5, 2015 Posted February 5, 2015 I've got a ripe banana. The code was given and
Shyheels Posted February 5, 2015 Posted February 5, 2015 the exchange was made. They toasted success with dry martinis
skirtandheel Posted February 5, 2015 Posted February 5, 2015 except that all was not as should be. Slim was
Shyheels Posted February 5, 2015 Posted February 5, 2015 called out by the mark dealing seconds off the bottomÂ
Amanda Posted February 5, 2015 Author Posted February 5, 2015 Struth he thought to himself as he fingered the gun
Shyheels Posted February 5, 2015 Posted February 5, 2015 Did I remember to put the bullets in? Oh hell.
aristoc Posted February 5, 2015 Posted February 5, 2015 It's coming back. The hotel bar, the drinks, that girl
Amanda Posted February 6, 2015 Author Posted February 6, 2015 Oh no, he remembered putting the bullets in her handbag!!
meganiwish Posted February 6, 2015 Posted February 6, 2015 'Where are they?' Make-up brush, lipstick. Oh! It's vibrating.
Shyheels Posted February 6, 2015 Posted February 6, 2015 Ah yes, the mobile phone! But where are the bullets?
skirtandheel Posted February 6, 2015 Posted February 6, 2015 I had an idea. A good one? Who knows, but
Shyheels Posted February 6, 2015 Posted February 6, 2015 with time pressing and no bullets I'd best be getting
skirtandheel Posted February 6, 2015 Posted February 6, 2015 dressed. I was feeling exposed in this predicament. I needed
Shyheels Posted February 6, 2015 Posted February 6, 2015 nicer clothes. But all I'd packed was my silk parachute.
aristoc Posted February 6, 2015 Posted February 6, 2015 in the secret pocket of the Jimmy Choo (Choo) handbag.
aristoc Posted February 6, 2015 Posted February 6, 2015 acres of silk. A dance of the seven veils seemed
Shyheels Posted February 6, 2015 Posted February 6, 2015 Too formal for the occasion but on the other hand
aristoc Posted February 6, 2015 Posted February 6, 2015 a quick Argentine Tango and I could be gone in
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