Where do butlers go when they aren’t buttling? This is a question that has troubled mankind for centuries. Well, perhaps ‘troubled’ is going a bit far. ‘Mildly interested’ might be more appropriate. Also ‘mankind’ is rather broad. A few posh types might have considered it on occasion. But we must allow for some artistic license. Regardless of the reach of this conundrum, it was certainly a puzzle that was troubling the Prime Minister and Wing Commander Tom at that very moment. Sir Edd’s testimony during his interrogation had raised more than a little suspicion and it was now of the utmost importance that the painfully loyal Snetterton- butler to Boris, King of Oxford – be questioned at once. A man who was prepared to enter a shower with King Boris was probably prepared to do pretty much anything.
“Okay people, we have two plans,” announced Lucy to the select few summoned to her private office for briefing. “Which is pretty impressive. The first plan is to locate and vigorously question Snetterton about his movements on the night of the murder. The second plan is to distract King Boris and Nigel Farage whilst the questioning takes place.”
“That sounds more like a sub-plan to me,” said Chancellor of the Exchequer Ian Risk. “As opposed to an actual plan in it’s own right.”
“I disagree,” said Minister for Good Ideas & Gin, Dr Samantha Martens. “I think it’s an entirely separate plan, as presumably the other plan won’t be possible unless this plan is successful.”
“Quite right, Minister,” Lucy agreed briskly. “His Royal Highness is very protective of his butler and has previously voiced his concerns about any of the Oxford contingency being involved in this investigation.”
“I’m not so sure about the Snetterton angle,” Ian continued. “It all seems a bit convenient. Sir Edd has been trying to implicate the butler since the off and if Sir Edd is getting involved it can only be to work the situation to his own advantage, somehow.”
“I think Sir Edd did it,” Tom said, suddenly. The roomful of raised eyebrows forced him to elaborate. “Alright, actually I don’t, but I think we should pin it on him anyway. The bugger is completely intent on sabotaging all the Government’s best plans and, quite frankly, he gets on my wick.”
After some thought, the Prime Minister shook her head.
“No, we can’t send Edd down for it,” she said, the regret evident in her voice. “He’s the only one who actually knows what he’s doing. I’m afraid we’ll have to find the actual murderer.”
“What if he turns out to be the actual murderer?” asked Dr Martens.
Lucy hadn’t thought of this.
“Maybe then we’ll have to set up Snetterton.”
“Look – I’m fairly certain I remember Boris saying that when left unattended, butlers tend to gravitate below stairs,” said Ian. “And we all know that there are certain attractions for him in the pantry…”
Lucy shuddered.
“I certainly don’t want to run the risk of seeing anything like that again,” she mumbled, recalling the shocking moment she discovered Mumsie in the arms of the amorous man servant. “Tom, Ian – you search the kitchen for Snetterton. Dr Martens, you and I shall find out what Boris and Nigel are up to and see if we can’t find something to distract them for a bit.”
“Yes, Prime Minister,” replied Dr Martens. “Prime Minister, will this be a trousers-on or trousers-off type of distraction?”
“Very much trousers-on,” Lucy said quickly.
“That is a very Good Idea, Prime Minister.”
As it happens, Boris, King of Oxford and travelling duster salesman Nigel Farage were already engaged in a trouser-off scenario. Boris’ initial enthusiasm for investigating the murder himself had waned somewhat, due to it being actually quite hard work. Whilst he enjoyed wearing the deer stalker stolen from the Prime Minister’s bedroom, he was finding that being a detective had taken it out of him and had removed his trousers when the exertion made him so hot and bothered that he could take no more. He had flung himself down on the Prime Minister’s bed to recover, although he felt he would be revived much faster with a large glass of something mind-bindingly alcoholic to hand. Sadly, he had been unable to arouse the attention of his butler, no matter how much he shouted, so he lay prone upon the duvet, exhausted.
This was the very position in which Nigel found him when he came to ask him about his preference of canapés for the official signing of the peace treaty. Noting the absence of below-waist attire, he thought it only right and proper to follow suit.
“I was thinking of crab, but I know a lot of people can be funny about crab,” said Nigel, perching himself of the edge of the bed and crossing his legs. Boris gave him a stern look. “No, you’re right. No one really likes crab. We’ll go with Hula Hoops.”
“I say, Nige, I hadn’t noticed before, but can I just commit to record that you have rather fine legs for a chap.”
Nigel feigned modesty and made little effort to suppress the blush that flushed his cheeks.
“Oh, it’s the fake tan,” he twittered “It does make them seem wonderfully slender, don’t you think?”
There was a knock at the bedroom door.
“Whoever it is, tell them I am disinclined to engage in social intercourse,” said Boris. “Unless it’s Snetterton. Then tell him to get me a drink.”
On the other side of the door, the Prime Minister and Dr Martens waited anxiously.
“I don’t know why I’m knocking on my own bedroom door,” muttered Lucy.
“I think it’s probably for the best,” replied Dr Martens. “Since Boris and Nigel took up residence the place has become a den of iniquity.”
The door opened a crack and a swivelly eye peeped through.
“Nigel? It’s the Prime Minister! Open up!”
“What do you want?” Nigel asked.
“We’ve… we’ve come to distract you,” replied Dr Martens – unusually for a Cabinet Minister she was honest to a fault.
The door was flung asunder faster than an Oxford dignitary removes his trousers. Beaming, Nigel invited them in with a gracious sweep of his arm.
“You’ve come just at the right time!”
“Yes,” said Lucy “I was rather afraid of that…”
The plot thickens, will this mean the end of Snetterton and buttling as we know it? I think when the real murderer is finally revealed we’ll be a little shocked. One thing though, please no more of a half naked Farage. This image will haunt me for days…
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It will soon be time to discover the truth and I hope that you will be shocked, but in a way not shocked 🙂 I apologise profusely for the awful mental image… have a nice cup of tea and a bit of a sit down 😉
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This is getting rather exciting! Ah, you are right, a nice cup of tea and lie down on the chaise longue will help. Tsk. Here’s me being selfish and only thinking of myself. It must be quite teamatic, sorry, traumatic for you to even write such scenes.
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Teehee! Somehow, I cope with the trauma – also by lying down often and the frequent consumption of tea. I make such sacrifices for my readers… 😉
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The readers simply must understand that these characters have taken things completely out of your hands. You need not apologize for that which you cannot control. The flinging asunder of doors, however, is probably not the wisest move in the future.
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mgh
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I fear that there are those that may never forgive me for naked Boris and Nigel, quite rightly so. But they should spare a thought for the poor writer who has to imagine such things in order to write them! 😉
xx
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This was a test. You flunked.
Get thee back to thy garret, girl. You have TWO stories to supply to an ever greedier audience. 🙂
xx,
mgh
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Hahaha I fell right into your trap!! Okay okay I’m on it 😉
Xx
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Well somebody has to beat the drum and hold the whip, and I guess I’m it! 🙂
Seriously tho’ – since the comments are so much fun in and of themselves, you can’t really ignore responding. (So I guess you give up sleep, huh?)
btw – imagining first puts the nakedness in a rah-ther harsh light. I’m not sure I wanna’ know – but you’ve got me going.
Speaking of going (and sleeping), the little man who lives inside my computer just announced, “It’s four o’clock” – so I guess I’d better be. Going. G’nite.
xx,
mgh
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Good night, my friend! I shall see you soon for more comments, fun and irrelevance. Sweet dreams!
Xx
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Especially irrelevance. Stream of whatever is my favorite flavor. G’nite (again).
xx,
mgh
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Damn it had to censor every comment … maybe more the gentleman this afternoon?
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A gentleman in the afternoon would be most welcome!
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I am another one suffering badly through the ill-thought out half-naked Farage images. Please stop it at once.
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Alright, alright – no more nudey Nigel. Jeez. 😉
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*Phew!*
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*crosses fingers behind back*
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So does Nigel Farage also fake tan his undercarriage? (obviously said in a way that rhymes with Farage). I imagine him very svelte downstairs, quite androgynous; I think an entire chapter could be devoted to a description of his lower half analogous to that of various geographical phenomena.
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Obviously Nigel doesn’t do things by halves so 100% coverage was the only options. Whilst I agree with you about his undercarr-arge, I don’t think I can bring myself to write 1000+ words about it and am almost certain that no one would want to read it. Except you and I, of course, degenerates that we are.
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They wouldn’t want to read it granted, but they wouldn’t have a choice; they’d be compelled to read it, like an open wound they couldn’t help but pick…and besides, I have a vision of an oxbow penis, not even Ballard or Will Self have ever put those two words together!
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My word. You have certainly given this a lot of thought. Even more than me and, I shouldn’t wonder, anyone else in history. I can just see Will Self grabbing a pen and paper to make a note of that immediately!
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Would it worry you that hardly any thought went into it at all? It just appeared…fully formed…Self would be one to write it, though I am reading one of his at the moment so might get some inspiration!
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In that case, most impressive! Sadly, it’s now all I can think about, which has almost put me off my lunch. Only almost. I may have to read a bit of Self to take my mind off it…
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I don’t know how you keep your lunch down anyway with all the images you conjure up for us! And I recommend cock and bull.
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This is incredibly disturbing…😭
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Very much so!
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I know, but it’s perfectly natural what you’re feeling; that overpowering desire to read how Nigel manages to keep his tackle box so prim and orderly…you are one of many.
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This is clearly why Farage is so inexplicably popular on the global stage. So many people are secretly obsessed with his nether regions…
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They should all be out in the open
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Free the Farage fanciers!
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Eeek! (spills tea and falls off chaise longue). Where are the smelling salts?
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I love reading what I get up to 😁
I also love that the first reaction to a stressful day in the world of the king of Oxford is to take off his trousers! The fact that Nigel follows suit quite so readily is mildly disturbing 😁
Highly amusing mind you 😁
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You are an essential part of Government, I tell you! I would be stuck without you. Imagine if Ian had gone with me and discovered half-naked Nigel. Things could have turned nasty. You will make it into the New Year’s Honours List for your sterling services to East Anglia. Clearly, the first thing to do to unwind for these Oxford types is the removal of trousers. Got to admire Nigel’s sporting attitude to joining in 😉
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Indeed…it takes a cool head and an amount of gin to be able to deal with these things!!
Possibly Nigel is worried he’ll be relegated back to duster salesman if he doesn’t join in…
Or maybe he just likes dropping his trousers 😉
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Luckily you have the coolest of heads and an endless supply of gin!
As far as Nigel is concerned, it’s probably a bit of both. Those years living in a tree certainly changed him 😉
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I do indeed… and when I don’t I hide it under a hat!! It is my cunning plan!
They certainly have… maybe we should advocate this for all current politicians 😉
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Especially a hat with a womble living on it! 😉 YES. They should all have to live in a tree for 4 years before they can take office. In the meantime, we can keep an eye on things from Number Ten 😉
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Ahh yes…Orinoco the Womble certainly helps 🙂
Yes…4 years minimum! We will do a grand job looking after things for them! They probably won’t want to take back control afterwards 🙂
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Trees can be very dangerous. There might be accidents. We should probably prepare to govern long term 😀
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Yes we must!
Just in case…obviously 😀
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Obviously 😉
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It is our only sensible course of action 😀
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I believe so. And for the country. And…
**FOR THE BERNARDS!!**
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**FOR THE BERNARDS!!**
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The butler must be somewhere. Faultless logic. I have a funny feeling about this. Well, it’s the sort of thing one has from time to time.
Such enjoyable intrigue, Lucy.
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Butlers often give me funny feelings too, Chris. It’s those white gloves they wear. Delighted you are enjoying it my dear fellow.
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I’ve always wanted to go to a den of iniquity… *sighs wistfully*
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You are welcome any time, FF. But I would adopt a double-trouser tactic if I were you, just in case.
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Oh noooo. I can see exactly what Boris means by distraction. Ye gawds what a pickle. lol
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Boris is nothing if not consistent! Let’s hope the PM and Dr Martens manage to keep their trousers very much in place 🙂
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Oh God please. lol
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😉
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