Sunday, April 22, 2012

Laying In Wait With Bricks

One of the nice things about working for Her Majesty's Secret Service for many years was that I got to drive some pretty fabulous cars. High-speed chases through Tokyo? Hairpin bends on Alpine roads? No problem.

One of the nice things about transitioning to semi-retirement was that I got to keep one of the cars: a Bentley Continental GT. Sitting in traffic for hours on the London orbital? Popping down to the supermarket? Sorted.

One of the bad things about knowing Dr Max Tunguska is that when he lays off his command flight-crew of ferrets, they have nothing to occupy their devious and highly-organised little minds.

So, while I am sensitive to their plight, I want to be clear.

Several bad things will happen to entire bunch* of them if they don't make this right before the morning.

Indigo Roth's Attack of the Ferrets I may stay up late and lay in wait with my own bricks.

And give them a secret servicing they'll never forget.


Indigo

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* The correct collective noun for ferrets is a business or busyness. Yes, really.

14 comments:

  1. Jings - you sound a bit shaken and stirred by this experience Mr Roth.

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    1. Hey Alistair! Well, I'm certainly in need of a stiff drink. Or two. Indigo

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    1. Hey Eolist! Stifling a grin? I bet you put them up to it. Despatch WAR ROCKET SQUIDDREL! Indigo x

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  3. I'm sure you'll ferret out the culprits. ;)

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    1. Hey Jayne! Ooooooooh! That's terrible! Shame on you for sharing it with us ;> Indigo x

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  4. My command flight-crew of ferrets? I get the blame for everything in this blog. It's not on I tell you. I shall write to my MP. Or the Pope.

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    1. Hey matey! The Pope? I thought YOU were the Pope? Still waving your hands to part your hair?

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  5. In the meantime would you mind bailing me out of jail again? The Squiddrel keeps bringing me back bits of dismembered bodies and the police are getting suspicious. I think the Squiddrel regards them as "gifts". The cops regards them as "evidence".

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    1. Look, just because he sits slavering by the back door, you don't have to keep letting him out. We're getting short of pizza delivery guys now!

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  6. Never can trust a bored ferret. When they come in multiples, it's much, much worse.

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    1. Hey Joshua! You make a good point, sir. It's like Claudius said in HAMLET:

      When sorrows come, they come not single spies
      But in battalions.


      Ferrets? I bet he'd just seen a barrel of the damned things. Indigo

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    1. Hey Kato! Well, those weren't the first two words to my lips, but they're cleaner. Indigo x

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