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intercede . "Stay back lady...this is important police business", declared Gilby in a peremptory manner. "Do not try telling me what....

lurched forward like a drunk on too much ale, a sheen of sweat lining Gilby's furrowed brow. "Criminal muppet" yelled Gilby, waving at the bald pate of Barney as it receded into the distance."If I am to learn I shall do...

it would be worth it but he never had been a fan of breaking the law. "So tell me clever Dick...how do you forge the licences?" "Do not get clever wi me pal am tellin yer" replied Barney , trying not...

"Calm down moit, am just toiking you to a quoiet cantry loin for a safety check" declared Barney. Once there Gilby had to sit in the driver's seat and fiddle with the mirrors."What can you see?" asked Barney

said "let me borrow a post it note to let the plumber get a letter." "Phone him or text", declared Barney ,intuitive to the need a of his client, as ever. Gilby got out his phone. He blurted into the answer phone "look it's Gilby of Supermarket manor...am driving it's 9 a.m. so will be ready by 2pm bye." "Change places" said Barney, "as I need to take you somewhere quiet for your first lesson." Gilby wondered........

that an angry driving instructor was ringing the doorbell. Gilby opened the window to find a wizened, small old man pressing the bell hard. 'Gilby Supermarket? You asleep? I am Barney Gifttowomen and a pal of mine sent me over. You booked lessons under the aegis of".. "Dont call me an eejit as I am not Irish" , declared Gilby in an acerbic manner.

Gilby reported a flood at his mansion. "Now mite I am out partying so will see you first fing in ve mornin..say 3pm when oi awake again see?" Gilby agreed then went desolately to bed, a rich....

Hazy. Warm. Grey skies but sun still out and shining .

At 214 am Gilby awoke to a tremendous drumming sound of thumping thudding water pipes. Moving his feet he found he was wading through water, and sloshing his way to the bathroom he.....

Warm. Sunny.

Sketches by Boz by Charles Dickens.

I can think about it for a few weeks..since you were a grumpy boss all told", she declared morosely. Gilby left the pub, despondent. It was raining. He began to trudge manfully home. A fox flitted hopefully in front of Gilby, her orange coat beautiful in the dark night. On arrival home Gilby put on the taps and ran a hot bath. He went to the kitchen while the bath was running. He put....

Warmer.

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"the fact is I am Sapphic in orientation". Gilby's puzzled look did nothing to make her realise his lack of knowledge of Sapphic mores. "Eleanor what is Sapphic? A language from South Africa? A cheese tart? A new car?....."

decaying eggs. He sidled up to Eleanor, who was buying a lemon sherry with ice, and said"Mine to pay for, yours to enjoy". Eleanor jumped back in shock. "Do I know you? Oh Gilby dear you look awful. What has happened? Shall I get a doctor?" Gilby thrust the cash into the bar lady's hand. "Am sick of....

(Superb film isn't it poppy?) ......ravishing in a purple dress that really showed what the girl has to offer a red blooded male,,,,or even Gilby. In his dark corner, Gilby began to imagine that things between his mum and Despicable were now getting......

a scene of mirth and merriment, similar to scenes in the pub in Far from the Madding Crowd...men with beards raising jugs of mead in the air and yelling classic lines such as "She's a dandy oh Mandy One shoe off One shoe on Oh so naughty And under 40 Get yoursel' some there Martin". Gilby was dumbstruck to see..

Parson's Nose, a jolly good pub called Gander and Gadfly, sells all the latest newspapers and does a splendid cheese and red onion pasty. Go..and good night Gilby Superman", declared PC Getmeout. Gilby walked manfully on, assured of....

Cold.

"What's your address sir?" "Supermarket manor...I am Gilby Supermarket, owner of 25 million smackeroons. I have to go home." When PC Getmeout heard....

A tiny mouse scuttled out. PC Simon Getmeout, 43, was walking down the road and saw two feet protruding from the tree. "Hello sir...are you ok?" "Yes but all I need is my home..my home..my kingdom for a ...." "There is a night shelter down in London I..." "I am a millionaire" said Gilby..."take me home."

,phlegmatically, with a philosophical slant thrown in " yes it's a case of swings n roundabouts..me and Eleanor swing, whilst you play on a roundabout. Never have I known a chap such as you..cheer up you may be a millionaire tomorrow." "I am a millionaire, you buffoon.... and plese tell me ..is your new abode nearby? I am sheltering beneath a weeping willow in Band's Helmsman , where do I walk from here?" The phone went dead......

"This...is...Vinnie. Supermartyr I can tell you she and I are now an item...an item...and I like her a good amount. Can you please..." "Desiderata!! You miserable old gay, stealing a man of property's lover, why when I find you I shall decidedly scoop.....

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