Wednesday, 25 December 2013

Winterval dinners

Sister Porigamy breaks her vow of silence, and stands at the roundabout waving the flag of the Moral Crusaders of Chastity. ‘I’m calling a spade a spade,’ she declares to the empty streets, as the residents of Seven Dials sit down to their warming Winterval Dinners of braised tofu and sprouts. ‘The Personal Services Agency is nothing more than a sordid brothel!’ Concerned, the pragmatic Sister O’Higgins brings her a chalice of mulled brandy and tempts her back indoors, before cycling across the hills to visit her brother, Spartacus, for a traditional turkey and stuffing platter while they watch the Queen.

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