CycleChat The Novel.

[colly]

Meanwhile in Bexley, a dark brooding figure looked out from under the cover of his mobile whelk stall parked under the looming brick arches known as 'The Looming Brick Arches. The black monobrow of the whelk purveyor twitching and wrinkling uncontrollably as he surveyed his new prey.

''Allo, allo, cor blimey wot append to yoo lot, luv a duck, yoo look awl dun in doncha. Ere ave sum of this luverly gub. Whelks is wot they is and whelks is wot I sell innit.
I ain't askin a tenner, I ain't asking a fiver .............just free quid a pint ain't they. Awright, awright 2 quid ...can't say fairer van vat can I?

No ?No? Cor blimey, yoo lot doan arf strike an ard bargin doncha ....
One phand a pint ven..................just for you.

The ugly crowd, muttering obcenities shuffled forwards. Eager to taste the forbidden food. One soul, braver than the rest, spoke up.

May one have a half pint please Mr Markymark.

 

[pjd57]

The Blue one looked down from afar.

His plans were working , chaos all the way from London to Leeds and on to Edinburgh and Glasgow.
No one was safe.

 

[Pat "5mph"]

Over the hills there is a Maverick Goose.
It climbs, up and up, cannot fly but cannot help itself trying.
It must climb further.

 

[Pat "5mph"]

"I can't ... no more ... please release me, leave me here ..."
Drago, the ride is us, the ride has us in it's grip now.
The ride is mighty, awesome, you cannot quit, not now, not never!
Nobody will be left behind, the ride knows it, you know it, we all know it.
Here, have a plate of spaghetti bolognese, it was on CC as one the top foods to eat on a ride.
Ride safe, see, you can manage with just a fork, no spoon so you can still indicate.
Italian Pat now needs to leave you, I must meet the bringer of rain before the Welsh Dragon does.
Take care of him Flint, beware of Rocky Mountains!

 

[colly]

Rocky Mountains heaved and shuddered one last time, made his excuses and left. The overpowering smell of boiled cabbage left with him.

 

[Oxo]

The goose climbed higher and having a good gander all around spied Lord Drago emerging from the chaos with his man servant, Accy, three steps behind him.
Making it to the safety of his man shed Lord Drago helped himself to a glass of home brew and started to count his blessings and his gold plated pension.

 

[classic33]

little realising that he'd not allowed the homebrew

 

[Drago]

To ferment properly, and that he'd accidentally supped a mouthful from the chemical toilet.

Lord Drago lay gasping and gagging on the floor. Just then, his faithful butler Accy burst in, stole Lord Drago's wallet, and ran out again, and rollerbladed his way to the DWP office.

 

[classic33]

where he showed them his

 

[User32269]

enormous

 

[classic33]

bag of copper

 

[pjd57]

The Blue one was bemused.
He had expected chaos, planned for it, but now he had unleashed his agents, he was losing control of events.

There had to be a way to finish off these nuisance beings in the lycra uniforms , riding their flimsy machines

 

[User32269]

bag of copper

He had hoped that the DWP officer would be impressed, on reflection, this was perhaps unwise.

CHAPTER THREE
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[irw]

The Legend Of Vernon...

 

[slowmotion]

......unlike lesser mortals, he was not given to clutching crumpled crisp packets and old reviews of kitchen extractor fans......