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a posh man reprehensibly seen shaking hands with a large bespectacled bald bloke before zooming away in a shocking pink Viva743. "Well really I dunno who that is and why....

Welcome Mr Cat.

if she ever knew about the tomato sauce..'ere I think we ought to go to 81 Uploaders lane and spy on Bling swing." And Trixie and Bertie got into Annabelle's green car and drove mercilessly over...

the boss is at times bad tempered, but anyway,Trixie was calling the shots here and she asked when Gallstone can attend. "I will call to the office tomorrow....1245 midday and I will talk to....

"Do not call me Gallstone , do call me David. I see no need for rudeness. Annabelle took some time with me got to know me..well I wil be....

try Mr Augustus Bernard, owner of the Plentiful nightclub. Last time Ms Chiffon spoke to me it seemed she and he....

Welcome Pete.

LOL.Sadly Hart added to a long back catalogue of keeper howlers. Wales to win it I hope...dare I believe?

get help. She rang David Gallstone, a registered upholsterer responsible for the Royal family and keeping their limousines clean. Trixie had once rung before upon reading of how he once cleaned baby sick off the floor of an Alfa Romeo driven by a rich footballer . So now Trixie said. ..

His animal related short stories are utterly hilarious I must say. Overall the Clovis tales are really good too.

"For contingencies like this..and others I hope to get into later..I carry a box of Greeneasy wet wipes..moist but not overbearingly so". And at that Bertie began wiping tomato sauce off the seats. "She will....

"Well really we will be on duty...so the car we are watching from. But my pal Doris is wanting to meet you..will next Monday suffice Bertie?" , enquired Trixie in a coy way. "We will see " replied Bertie, disappointed at his failure to garner interest from Trixie. They got....

impress you with Giovanni's expert Italian cooking.Pasta tubes covered in the very nicest of red tomato sauces, swamped in melted mozz...what more can a duo like us want?" Trixie decided it was better to......

Am in Johannesburg at the trial of Oscar Pistorius.

had little time for the new boss. Suddenly wanting to seize a chance, Bertie asked if the 2 of them could "share a tasty fish supper at McLennan's Chippy prior to going to Uploaders lane." Doing swift mental calculations, Bertie envisaged a few drinks from 3 til 4, an early repast of chips fish n peas, more drinks, a fruity suggestion to a half cut Trixie followed by 6 hours sat like lemons to spy on Bling Swing. "Did you hear that Arturo "Nasty Joe" Maccarone has been released?" asked Bertie, his knowledge of Mafioso doing nothing to impress Trixie. "Frankly I am pasta all dat chatter about pasta", quipped Trixie, her humour wasted on the dullard by her side.

paypacket. She writes incentives on the envelope such as "Bertie Wertie is Annabelle's star boy" or "You are the best." "It all sounds so utterly homely and suave...and I do think being a detective is great", said Bertie, appealing ....

get down to Uploaders Lane tonight at 8. You can sit in a car with Trixie. Anyone asks you what you're up to and you claim it's a matter of awaiting the arrival of June, your mutual daughter, fresh from a piano lesson. Get me?" Trixie said that it is.....

Trixie chuckled in an impish manner. "Well..I did hear Swing Cling is nefarious in manner..that is he's a bit of a fairy beneath all the macho hyperbole." "Outrageous and idiotic" hissed the stern mama Annabelle, her crisp white blouse....

was not au fait with the concept of alliteration, to a similar degree that Bertie was unfamiliar with it's pronunciation. "To be fair Mrs Chiffon I feel the greasy bloke is indeed Bling Swing...renowned as a grade one....

"Get flashing!!" , ejaculated Trixie, in earnest. Bling Swing came out clutching a bin liner packed with something. Dutifully Bertie flicked the camera on Trixie's phone, getting several snaps of this event. How pleased Annabelle would be, he thought. She was so stern that she made him come over all unnecessary. When later that day our intrepid duo returned to the office, Annabelle asked.....

Me neither. Never did I meet the Queen.

Rain and cold in Aberystwyth.

Greetings Lau Lou. Enjoy the fun.☺

Bling Swing was oblivious, marching nonchalantly into the offices of Danglebean and Fry. "Oh Trixie we are meant to be lovers" declared Bertie in a disappointed way. He eyed her evident charms wryly. "Oh I'm...

Nor me. Never have I been a millionaire.