Dystopia

Ch 70 – Taking back control. Sandra Batkawayo was waiting for me outside the door. “The studio is this way, Mister Malone.” He began striding off down the deep piled corridor. He was a big [more…]

“Vanessa too, Bixby. She will go to prison as well.” He looked back to where she was still seated. She was watching us both. Puzzled by why we had seemed to argue over nothing at [more…]

I went over to the coffee area. Stood in front of the table facing the silver urns and china cups, my back to the rest of the room. More importantly, my back to the CCTV. [more…]

Nina’s face disappeared on the screen of the videophone. I was left looking at the dancing pole. The topless dancer had gone. Nina’ asked a question. “Just how long were you thinking this short Iceland [more…]

The BBC junior lawyer had gone. A production assistant had come to tell us “Precording will begin quite shortly. Someone will call for you. It’s going to be in studio six.” She went away. Ch [more…]

Ch 65 – Waiting Room. We all emerged safely from the elevator ride. Karen, the BBC girl, was young enough that she hadn’t felt the need to use the oxygen masks provided in the internally, [more…]

Lady Vanessa stepped through the metal detector. Lord Bixby followed and passed freely through the metal detector. The security guard signalled for me to go through next. As expected, as I stepped forward the bleep [more…]

Ch 63 – You Have Been Watching.. Vanessa drove up along the new road of Ealing Common. The dawn was up now and New BBC, Ealing was clearly visible. It was a low structure. Just [more…]