A-Team

No, I have to call them that or they'd get all uppity.

Anyways, here you can see them practising engaging with the public for the purposes of having a chat word.

Me and the laydeez XV

'Look, sweetcheeks, check your diary later, I'm here now.

There's no-one else about and I've got me best clobber on.'

Damn you, Gavster.

I'm not a punching-the-air kind of chap, unlike Mr Councillor Edwards. I prefer to take my pleasures in other, more modest ways.

And that's not just because he and the Genius Amanuensis got a public thank you, either.

Mock-Up

Posed by models.

I am delighted to be able to let you in on the ground floor of a brainstorm I have had for an idea of mine.

Basically all the information in the world ever will be compiled onto one computer in a room and then analysed down into bite-sized chunks for upping my braininess.

It'll be called a 'Nervous Centre'.

Go compare!

En training

Even on the bussy-train en route to Southport - the Mombassa of the North - I am hard at it briefing up the little lad Gavster.

It is harder than it looks: no matter how many times or how loudly I repeat myself he gets it first time. Irritiating Councillor.

It wasn't like this when I were a simple clerk.

Special occasion

No! I will say no more!

No....that's OK, you start first

Well, don't look at me....

Quizzical

Flip-to-Bessie knows how on earth a woman with a brain like Swiss-cheese manages to win a dementedly tough but charitable "100th Anniversary of the Club Derrig Handout and Generous IOU Fund" quiz as set by yours truly and the Genius Amanuensis. And this is not the first time, either, and on that basis is unlikely - statistically-speaking out of my back door, that is - to be the last of all either at all.

Even with a bunch of so-much-less-than-boffs on her 'team' she came through to win outright with a score so impressive, it was almost as if she had been privy to and fed the answers beforehand. Which of course was not and could not be the case bearing in mind the strict rectitudinal-attitudinal approach employed by myself truly and Tallulah's partner of seven years, the Genius Amanuensis.

And despite scurrilous accusations of collusions and fixes, Tallulah was sufficiently fully-fired up on vodka to set the record straight, accusing (via the medium of amplified microphonicals) the Genius Amanuensis of not only leaving the quiz answers lying about the house, but taking her up the wrong alley to boot.

Ha! Wrong alley? My arse!

In vino veritas

It seems from drunken admissions that Tallulah is happy to boast en publique that she and the Genius Amanuensis are living the good life.

Together!

Me? Jealous? What do you think?