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Badger Baiting
Friday, August 10, 2007




Closing his eyes, Badger allowed himself a moment to listen in his mind to the soothing words of a favourite song – music to soothe the savage breast or wotever…
Maybe it’s coz I’m from Londinium – that I love…
He opened his eyes and regarded the object in his hand, placed it slowly on his desk and spoke – in a slow, measured – professional voice.
“It’s not a weapon you twonk – it’s a game”.

Badger smiled with his mouth – beady eyes blearing around the office – strewn with the troves and hoardings of… how many years now? The shiny and the glittering and the worth some gorram coin. If you ignored the flickering power to the lights – the fact that the Blue Station Vii was always off and the toilets didn’t work. There was however an apple – fat, green and daily – sat on the desk. Priceless.
An apple a day keeps the doctor away – and the punters in their place.
Right. “Where was I?”

“It’s a game.”
“Oh, yeah right – DARTS mate, sport of the ancients – back from the Earth-that-Was. Back when it was Publicans versus The Bill – or… – don’t you know yer ‘istory? And – Oy! Am I boring you?”


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