The story so far...
The New Tricks team have been bolstered (some say inspired) by the arrival of two new members, Raedney Trolliter and Trigger, and there is a rumour that more new members are to follow as the BBC cuts bite deep, and Cassandra has been inspired several times already...
Cynthia Molestrangler is dancing the twist in Tenerife with Elvis Willy, and the team are trying to find out why the 'Kent Themerama', with the modest 145,000 sq.ft. shopping mall has begun construction without planning permission. They believe Miss Molestrangler was inspired by person or persons unknown and there was general de-briefing going on in the background, and maybe the foreground as well.
The Eoinker Starborgling consortium is building the sports arena, together with the modest 255,000 sq.ft. retail extravaganza and their clients, Scroblene Enterprise Pictures, couldn't really give a toss about who complains, or what the council says. As Brian usually admits, his attitude is "Fook off"!
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Gerry :-"So let's get this straight, Elias Sagtrouser used to employ Elvis Willy as a humper, and now he's freelance; is that right Cassandra?"
Sandra :-"Don't call me Cassandra, I'm a Superintendent, Gerry, and yes, he is freelance. He's also working for Senator O'Blene as a fixer of sorts, you know, gets things done an' that!"
Gerry :-"Yeah, nice one - and also the other, Saaaaaandra...!"
Brian :-"That O'Blene character is a shifty one, Sandra.
Sandra :-"Oh I know that, Brian, Gloriette Sagtrouser and I go back a long way..."
Gerry :-"You know Gloriette, do you Saaaaaandra...? Phwoar! So you didn't get all that way back - did you?"
Sandra :-"Shaddup Gerry! Strickland's on his way down here, chaps; dunno why...!"
Trigger :-"Dave, is there anything I can do...?"
Sandra :-"There's quite a lot of fag-ash under Gerry's chair, Brian's desk is a total mess, and Jack's chair needs a new Stannah Lift. Can you do that?"
(door opens)
Strickland :-"There's going to be some changes round here chaps. Some of the posters here haven't a clue what's going on, because they didn't see the original programmes! I've had a complaint from a lady in Somerset. This has got to stop!"
Gerry :-"What sort of changes, Guvnor?"
Strickland :-"You're on the right track, calling me 'Guvnor', Gerry! The show's taking on several new faces, to mop up all those crimes that were never solved, starting with 'The Sweeney'!"
Jack :-"But they're all dead!"
Strickland :-"Hasn't stopped this programme for the last five years...!"
Brian :-"But what about justice! That O'Blene character and his crowd of crooked mates will just get away with it!"
Strickland :-"He's only doing what MPs and banks have been doing for ages, Brian!"
Raedney :-"I've only just joined, what's my role in all this!"
Sandra :-"Don't tell me, he's going to be given Jack's job!"
Strickland :-"OK, Cassandra, I won't tell you he's being given Jack's job! Raedney's being given your job!"
Sandra :-"But I've only been here for seven series, I should be able to do at least another fifteen or so!"
Strickland :-"NO! You're coming with me, Cassandra!"
Jack :-"Wait till I tell Mary that I'm going to be put out to grass!"
Brian :-"Neigh Lad! So we let the bloody Themerama go ahead as though nothing had ever happened? I'm not having that, I'm calling Esther!"
Strickland :-"You can't, she's left us for 'Last of the summer wine!"
Gerry :- "So who else is joining us then, Guv?"
Strickland :-"Helen Mirren!"
Gerry :-"Phwoar!"
Strickland :-"Prunella Scales!"
(Senator O'Blene :-"Phwoar!")
Strickland :-"Miss Marple!"
Jack :-"Phwoar!"
Strickland :-"Simon Templar!"
Sandra :-"Phwoar!"
Strickland :-"And we're flying off to Texas this evening!"
Brian :-"Why Texas, are you going on holiday"?
Strickland :-"Got it in one, Brian, Sandra and I are joining 'Dallas'! And I'm being replaced immediately!"
(sound of slow, heavy, squeaking boots approaching the door, which creaks open to reveal...)
All :-"Oh no! Not bloody George Dixon!"
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Good night all, and watch out for even more TV repeats coming your way these cold evenings!"
(Dah, da da, da da, da da, da da, da da daaaah, dah daaah, daaah daaah...)
.. and it's "Goodnight" from me; and "Goodnight" from him.
ReplyDeletePhwoar! What about that nine o'clock watershed everyone keeps going on about? Sounds like my kind of shed that.
ReplyDeleteJust got this from a mate and thought I would share it with your other 3 readers. Don't tell Elias or his missus!
ReplyDeleteYour shoes size tells your age
THIS IS ACCURATE
Your shoes can tell you your age.....try this and see :
* 1. Take your shoe size (1 to 15).
* 2. Multiply it by 5.
* 3. Add 50.
* 4. Multiply by 20.
* 5. Add 1012.
* 6. Subtract the year you were born...
* The first digit is your shoe size, while the last 2 digits are your age.
Don't ask me how it's done; maffs ain't my strong point.
'Night Ron...
ReplyDeleteThe shed is open all hours, Mr Haart!
ReplyDeleteI had to set fire to the padlock today, as it was frozen, but take a few leeks and kohl-rabi when you will!
The salsify is a stunning new dish, but we only have about twelve left - you are welcome to share these of course!
Reevers - I am now so old, that all these calcs mean that I'll be younger than everyone soon...
ReplyDeleteMaffs wasn't mine either, although I did get an 'O level'!