Wing Commander Tom found it troubling that nowhere in Number Ten proved secure enough to guarantee uninterrupted interrogating. Despite commanding the elite Cambridge Intelligence Agency – who were heavily although discreetly armed – there seemed to be no order or threat that could keep the rampaging parades of various ministers from interrupting his important work. … More Sir Edd & The Matter Of Truth
Accidental Prime Minister Lucy Wastell idly kicked the leg of her chair whilst resting a sulky chin in her hands, propped up by elbows on the enormous desk that dominated her private office. She was moping because her most senior Cabinet members and advisers were at that very moment holding a press conference, from which … More The Prime Minister Sulks
Wing Commander Tom flung his immaculately tailored jacket to the floor and brandished his handgun from within his waistcoat. “I’ve been waiting for you to give that order for so very long, ma’am,” said Tom, checking the magazine. Lucy was not only breathless from the impact of seeing the Wing Commander in slightly fewer clothes, … More Boris Has A Plan (Cripes!)
Boris, King of Oxford glared across the table at Wing Commander Tom, flanked by duster salesman and occasional spy Nigel Farage and wondered – not for the first time – why he ever agreed to come to Number Ten in the first place. This was proving to be an awful lot of bother for a … More Don’t Shoot The Messenger. Shoot Everybody Else
Cabinet Secretary Sir Edd Evans-Morley had been diligently avoiding Chancellor of the Exchequer Ian Risk since the night before the Prime Minister’s live broadcast. In the chaos of debating the political merits of being honest with the public, Ian had confronted him about Snetterton. He hadn’t got any further than mentioning the butler’s name before … More Interfering, Curley-Haired Bastard
Who Shot Tony Blair? 