Over the last few weeks I have been immersed in archive recording of 'Just A Minute'. The fiendish Nicholas Parsons has permeated into my very soul as he becomes ever more harried and heckled by the raucous Kenneth Williams. Oh, the infamy and hilarity! Clement Freud was pretty much a pantomime villain back in those 70s shows. Ah. When I was even younger than today (The Beatles must not invade my mind with 'Help!'!) I preferred 'I'm Sorry I Haven't A Clue' but it's 'Just A Minute' all the way.
I love you, Radio 4!
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Night Trials: Part III
(Parts II , IV)
Sheriff Bob awoke again and this time there was light, even though he wished the sight that had been restored to him could be more pleasant. The walls were coated in a blue ooze and even if that weren't enough the room was guarded. Zack Grindle looked over at the bamboozled lawman and grunted through his grizzle. "Stay down." A weapon was rattled in its holster and Bob reclined, thinking quickly and methodically, testing his bonds.
The bonds were tough and leathery and very thorough, and even if he could get free there would still be Zack and still the oozy walls with no aperture. What was going on? "Zack, what is that stuff? The blue slime?"
"Slime? What's slime?" Zack was not exactly the most educated of people, the closest thing that Wandering Yip had to a delinquent and apparently he was now warming to the role. "Just shut up."
"Slime, the blue sticky stuff, it's running down the walls!"
"Oh, they just use it to keep the place up to their 'standards', the oozers."
"'They'? 'Oozers'?" Bob was getting annoyed, even as he played the helpless captive seeking information.
"Yeah, the bozos from the other planet." Zack's dull gaze brightened for a moment. "They said they'd give me gold. A mountain of it."
"Aliens."
"Yup. We've been invaded, fella, and noone's going anywhere."
Definitely to be continued.
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