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giving a girl a boost. President Marcos of the Philippines you see well his wife bought herself half a million pairs and I aim to go one better and end up with a million and one pairs..one more than ....

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Imelda.'

'Ummmm ... I think you'll find you'll only need to buy five hundred thousand and one to beat her, Annabelle, you see ...'

Annabelle gave her a measured look, 'Whatever, Harriet, now can we please ...

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get down to Harrods and spend spend spend.'

Outside, Annabelle got into her sheep's wool interiored Mercedes. Harriet sat dutifully and ....

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very rigidly in the other seat.

'You look like you've sat on a ramrod, Harriet, are you a nervous passenger?'

'Not at all, Annabelle dear, but my mother always taught me ...

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not to go anywhere with strangers. Believe me if I had sat on a ramrod I would be ecstatic. But anyway let's go buy some booty!!!'

They arrived at Harrods.

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It was closed for stocktaking. 'Where to now, Annabelle?'

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'I am registering a complaint via the Harrods Facebook page. Meanwhile Bring me Bling clothing is our next stop. Can....

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you punch that into the Satnav for me, Harriet? Hopefully we'll miss the traffic that way. Heard there was a snarl up on Cromwell Rd.' Unfortunately, Annabelle had bought a job lot of cheap GPS's from, who other than, Cyril Bauble, which accounted for the problems Trixie and Bertie had encountered. Flisiti-Mae, as Cyril had named her, had an almost unintelligible chav accent, and merrily lead them ...

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to Greaseball avenue. No 45 was headed 'Stupid Sid. Cocktail dresses a quid.'

'Oh god' thought Harriet, 'is my rich boss so lowly mean that she is buying....

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The satnav interrupted her thoughts.

'You have reached your destination. Turn around as soon as possible. Go through the roundabout. Turn around as soon as possible. You have reached your destination. Third exit, turn left. Turn around as soon as possible.'

Annabelle viciously wrenched it off it's stand.

'Throw this bloody thing out the window, would you!'

Unfortunately it hit the passing car of, would you believe, ...

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.....a certain Mr Gus Despicable, cracking his wipers in two and denting the front , by the engine.

'Drive on..drive on', said Harriet,'a maniacal dude is making V signs at us..please drive.'

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'What?? Time he got with the 21st century. Doesn't he know we've changed to metrics?? Just give him the bird back. Ungrateful sod, free GPS going and all he does is ...'

*CRASH* Annabelle and Harriet shot forward into inflated airbags as something rammed them from behind. Mr Gus Despicable had ...

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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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notebook down! Try taking my number and reporting me and you'll live to regret it!' and he sped away, deliberately driving through a great puddle which showered them both with a disgusting soupy mix of ...

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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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quite so self-effacing, my dear,' said Constable Dibble, smiling widely and showing a large array of dazzling white teeth which surely couldn't be purely as nature intended.

'No, no, that was his plate number, very appropriate I might say and he's probably too thick to have even clicked!' And Annabelle couldn't resist smiling back and fluttering her false eyelashes in a come-hither manner. She had to do a quick adjustment when one came loose, they weren't used to such violent agitation.

'I'll punch that into our computer records and see what it coughs up. Hello, hello ....what have we got here??

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'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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would love to throw the whole local constabulary behind catching him, throw the book at him, throw him in jail and throw away the key!'

There seemed to be a whole lot of energetic propulsion going on, Harriet thought, but Annabelle had grabbed Constable Dibble's arm and eyes wide with excitement, she blurted out ...

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,,,,,,' 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....

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work with me on this one? I've got quite a lot of information I'm sure you'd find very useful in your further investigations.  For instance, did you know ...

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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 .....

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of the constabulary,' and she did her eye flutter thing again which seemed to mesmerize PC Dibble, 'but you see we were employed by a reputable firm to look into the football disturbances that were becoming a feature in Mudshoot Cross and severely impacting on their business sales. We ascertained (and here she was trying to impress with her fluency in police lingo) that the main perpertrator and suspect was the said Mr Gus Despicable and we had every intention of informing you so you could make it a Code 3.'

'Miss Chiffon, I must say ...

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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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taken seriously! If you don't want my help, I'll take my leave right this...'

'Annabelle, Annabelle, I was just messing with you, chillax!! Of course we want to hear what you've discovered. Now about that drink?'

'Weellllll ....

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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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