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
Chancellor of the Exchequer Ian Risk and Nigel Farage were sat at the kitchen table, having a good go at the bottle of sherry scavenged by Nigel, when they were joined by a jubilant King Boris and slightly compunctious Snetterton. Boris slapped his thigh. “Bally-ho! There’s something very arousing about thrashing one’s butler, wouldn’t you … More Perspective Of Truth
It was long before noon when Chancellor of the Exchequer Ian Risk and Trade Minister Simon Daley met in clandestine quarters in the garret of Number Ten. There was no possibility of returning to Ian’s residence next door, as the seat of Government was crawling with Wing Commander Tom’s agents from the Cambridge Intelligence Agency. … More The Morning After The Night Before
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