Just to explain, I was more incensed than usual, just very recently, at a propaganda sheet pushed through my letterbox. It was from my local MP, I’ve not named the constituency but it is easily [more…]
Ch 41 – A walk in the moonlight. “Where are we?” I asked Gill. He was resealing his ‘passengers’ back into the thin, false container. Screwing the aluminium into place with a hand drill. I’d [more…]
Monday As usual it’s been a fairly uneventful weekend here on the Downing Street estate. I caught sight of a mouse in the garden yesterday, but it shot into the Foreign Office so I left [more…]
I heard the metal rasp of bolts being drawn back. The trailer’s large cargo door being opened and banging flat against the side of the container. Footsteps. Then the double rap of knuckles again. Gill’s [more…]
Monday It was a pretty quiet day yesterday so I was able to laze around a bit. I undertook a few patrols of the estate just to make sure that Mickey and his mates weren’t [more…]
Ch 39 – The Truck. It was dark, here in the back. Inside the secret compartment of Gill’s 7.5 tonne Mercedes truck. The space was only the depth of an average sized individual. The width [more…]
Monday It’s a big day today, it’s the State Opening of Parliament, including a Queens Speech and Bozzie has got to look his best. I wonder if he’ll comb his hair? Will the Stinkies try to [more…]
Joe Malone was arranging his exit from the UK via a People Smuggler he’d met in the cafe. I was just about to seal the deal, when a deep voice from just behind me exclaimed [more…]
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