... the IT man in LibraryLand
After a leisurely afternoon meeting with The Professor and Madame President to discuss SPUN Executive things I toodled off to The Flibberty Gibbet's farewell drinks as she is leaving the LMS supplier for more academic pastures.
The chosen venue was The Mint. It was a great night for some outdoor drinks and the beergarden BBQ proved just what I needed to lay the foundations for what was to come.
Several large beers later I'd had some good conversations with some of the girls who deal with my pleas for help when the system breaks.
I was also been able to dig for dirt on Mr Prada from The Puppies who knows him quite well so I should be able to maintain my command of him for quite some time now.
Somehow TFG, a generous barrister, a help desker and I walked into a bar... no wait that's not right, we staggered our way to a new venue which turned out to be the Carriage place, from the staff Christmas party, in which it appears I am fated to spend all my late drunken evenings.
I had to leave once the progressive 80's rock instrumental band started as it was just all too much to bear.
Hell Island by Matthew Reilly
There really is nothing like a little train time to help you knock off a few quick books. This is the first Reilly book (action movie script) I've read for a while and the break as done wonders for my appreciation of his writing style. I quite enjoyed the setting and the story. It's shortness made it a great two-day read. If you like his stuff then this is one of the better Scarecrow stories.
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Thanks to Freeloadingphill my dirt is out there for all to know (Just remember he who casts the 'dirt')...
"The details of my life are quite inconsequential... very well, where do I begin? My father was a relentlessly self-improving boulangerie owner from Belgium with low grade narcolepsy. My mother was a fifteen year old French prostitute named Chloe with webbed feet. My father would womanize, he would drink. He would make outrageous claims like he invented the question mark. Sometimes he would accuse chestnuts of being lazy. The sort of general malaise that only the genius possess and the insane lament. My childhood was typical. Summers in Rangoon, luge lessons. In the spring we'd make meat helmets. When I was insolent I was placed in a burlap bag and beaten with reeds- pretty standard really."
Now, to find the dirt on Mr. Freeloader
Hmm, that was a tad reminiscent of:
The Story of the Film So Far from the Album of the Soundtrack of the Trailer of the Film of "Monty Python and the Holy Grail"
The Story of the Film So Far:
Doug and Bob are metropolitan policemen with a difference. Doug likes nothing more than slipping into little cocktail frocks, while Bob bouffants his hair for a night on duty. Still, as they aren't in this film, we won't give their last names.
The *Real* Story of the Film So Far:
Pucky Reginald Vas Deferens is a nuclear scientist in love with mafia boss Enrico Marx, who is himself married to Conchito Macbeth, a lively belly-dancer at the Belgian disco whose manager, Burly Ivan Crapp, has a naked daughter Janice engaged to J.J. Spinman, New York private detective, employed by elegant Laura Herron to trace the missing million-pound bidet that Hitler gave to Eva Brown as a bar mitzvah present during a state visit to Crufts, and which remained hidden until a World Cup referee, Horse Jenkenson, was found hanged in a New Jersey tenement with the plans of a Russian secret weapon partially tatooed on his elbow.
In Brisbon, the Brain brothers, Nicky and Vance, torture a Mayfair psychologist, who reveals to Dora Brain in a tender and emotional death scene that his hair is not his own.
Meanwhile, the Kent Touring Eleven have trapped husky Matilda Tritt on a sticky near Hastings, and she reveals all before enforcing the follow on.
Peter Niesewand and Cyril Garfunkel arrive just in time with the Welsh Police, and the Surry Orchestra, and proceed to sing a love song which allows Dr. Indira McNorton *just* enough time to cross the alps into Geneva, where he meets Kon Rapp, a kung fu fanatic and cat lover, who frivolously shoots him,
but not before introducing him to lively intelligent Norwegian widow Lanny Krimt, who shows him her inner thighs, where he finds the address of a good French restaurant, and unexpectedly meets Gabriello Machismo, an ex-Korean plastic surgeon whose frankly blond assistant Sally Lesbitt is now the half-brother of a distant cousin of Ray Vorn Ding-ding-a-dong, the Eurovision song, and *owner* of the million-pound bidet given by Hitler to Eva Brown as a bar mitzvah present during a state visit to Crufts, and which remained hidden, etc. etc. etc.
This they now do.
Meanwhile, Harold and Victor Medway III discover a newfound love for each other in an flashback near Devon, where they meet up with Doug and Bob, the metropolitan policemen who surprisingly turn out to be in this film after all, who kill everyone, and live happily ever after.
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