PLASTERED!

Tomorrow Belongs To Twee!

I sit exhausted, exhausted yet exuberant, a stiff one grasped in my trembling hand. Betwixt generous sips of the brew of Old Isla, I contemplate this glorious day. Before the yellow dawn had crept behind the roofs beyond the Golf Course, Miss Jarvis, Miss Jenkins, "Tadger" Metcalfe and myself were plastering the station approaches with posters. The numberless inhabitants of the so-called "Pekin Palace" will awake to find Sammy's proud British melons blocking off the birds' nest soup from the clear, clean light of England!

Days of hope indeed!

Our gallant work done, the little band breakfasted at Kate's Kozy Koffee Kup (Famous For Our Muffins'), watching awestruck commuters pass, bright embers of the Bull Dog spirit kindling in long-sleeping hearts. Then home and dry for a wee spot of Champers (above), knowing that we left behind a cleaner, better Chorleywood, not to mention bloody Wong scratching at his windows!

Thirsty work indeed! Top Hole!