Once upon a time there was a chap called Graham Cox. He liked yellow feathers and stood staring sadly at the empty cage in which his beloved canary called Duncan once lived until he died a cruel and painful death. Graham got out a glue stick and stuck a note on the cage. It read: Pls dont stel ma stuuf from ma hoom. There were three irregular knocks at the door. Baron Von Thunderclap strode in along with his best bud Rand Paul. Rand Paul plucked a feather from a cage and said, “Nice day for it.” The three men stood staring sadly at the feather. Suddenly, there was another knock at the door. Graham went up to the door and peered through the letterbox. There were two men, one carrying an accordion and the other holding a rabbit. One of them said, “You got more rabbit than Sainsbury’s. Come to Margate, we’ll have a beer beside the pier along the sea.” Graham considered this for a minute and said, “You know what? You can keep the Costa Brava, I'm telling ya mate I'd rather have a day down Margate with all me family.” Baron Von Thunderclap and Rand grabbed several bottles of butanol and hexachlorobenzene and the five figures caught the coach down to Margate.
To be continued…
What will the five figures discover at Margate and what will they make of the erratic politician Eric Pickles?
Chas and Dave strolled along Margate high street, passing a pet shop. “We need a rabbit with more rabbit than Sainsbury’s,” Baron Von Thunderclap commented. Before anyone could saw anything else, the ground began to shake. The shaking became more violent until everyone on the high street fell over. Waddling over to Chas, Dave, Graham, Rand and the Baron was the one and only Eric Pickles. Rand Paul was nearly physically sick. “I thought I’d never see you again Mr Pickles, Mr Gherkin told me about
