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Annabelle gulped . 'Bauble? Bauble? What a ..a...errrr..name?' she faltered. 'What's wrong with Bauble? It's a nice name. I was taken in by that man...handsome..suave ..sophisticated. ..how was I to know he,,,,?' Suddenly jealous,Annabelle demanded ' What happened? I want the story now.' 'Well I ..we..got stuck in a ditch near Cambridge due to a satnav problem. I was captivated by the charm and wit of a very handsome male who....

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....errrr... we ..only found out from a masseuse for want of a better title...that Gus likes to be squirted with cream while reading a choir magazine.' Trixie added ' Bertie was passing a place and came across Madame Hong Shin Lau and she told him..not I..about it. I do not attend massage parlours'. 'Well aren't we all....

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chuntered on at one another as they eventually rolled into the car park of the oh so secret detective agency run by Annabelle Chiffon. Trixie mused to herself in silence regarding the apparent fact that her dalliance with Bauble had actually uncovered another criminal. One that Annabelle will have never heard of. And that , above all, shows Trixie that she is a really good amateur sleuth. The office was empty so the two intrepid sleuths raided the biscuit box, ramming custard creams in like they were being banned tomorrow. A sudden flurry of activity and woosh the door opened. Annabelle was radiant. 'My 2 dears tell me....

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his greatest joy in life is to be squirted with clotted cream from an aerosol can whilst reading a copy of Choirmaster monthly and eating bacon butties . So ..all in a good day's work.' Trixie said 'I will ring Madame Hong to clarify if..

Madame Hong Shin Lau...lovely though she was I do not combine business with pleasure.' Trixie chortled. ' Oh..so a visit to a Chinese madam is business..or pleasure?' 'Errr well both ..you see she was...

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......tonight..ring me...here's my number.'..and she slipped into his hand the phone number of a certain Mr Cyril Bauble. Meantime back on the road,Trixie was driving our intrepid Sherlock type super sleuth duo back to London. ' What do we tell her when we get back? Are you mentioning your dalliance with Cyril?' 'You mean Cyril's cruel abuse of me? Of course..you...

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that you are a wonderful looking lady. Any chance of a drink later?' 'Oh officer you are very...' 'But for now I must tell you that if you are a secret detective agency..then why come telling me? Are we really needing to know all the gory details?' Affronted by his cheek , Annabelle resorted to sniffles. ' Oh you rotten man..all I ever need is to be ..

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that Gus Dastardly .....' ..'Despicable ..Gus Despicable...and your name dear?' 'Annabelle Chiffon..I hope I do not cause suspicion in the eyes .....

I watched these on DVD a few years ago. Quite disturbing but a highly prophetic but gloomy portrait of what it is to live in the modern world. All that staring at screens while frantically cycling at the gym is a microcosm of how Mr Civilised lives these days. That was a good series.

,,,,,,' Oh officer. Did you know that I am running a covert detective agency? I have 2 people on the tail of Mr Despicable. Well I did have but a satnav cockup sent them to Cambridge rather than the back end of London's many council estates. Frankly officer..do you want to....

'The big goof ...it's a bloke with the dastardly name of Augustus 'Gus' Despicable. He is allegedly a well known thug whose stock in trade is football thuggery combined with robbing old ladies of pension takings. Frankly I....

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cardboard and old meat bones. Annabelle rang the police immediately. They promised to be there in minutes. Forty minutes later they arrived and asked if Annabelle had got the car number plate. 'Yes it's 1AM A DOPE said Annabelle. ' No need to be....

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rammed them from behind and was now overtaking rapidly on the left. As Annabelle stopped and got out Mr Despicable yelled 'Remember girls...men always win. And put that....

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