by bronz » Apr 27th, '07, 16:22
I can picture the scene now...
Bronz arrives at the pub 30 minutes early and shins up the drainpipe to stick a card to the outside of the first floor window. As his head pops over the sill he spots Greedoniz furtively attaching a bowling ball to the underside of a table, ready to produce it from a 'random table' later.
As Bronz goes to duck out of sight he catches a glimpse of Magic Monkey sneaking up the stairs behind our erstwhile Boba Fett enthusiast, his arms full of wires and pullies, all the better to perform an impromptu chair levitation shortly. The sly grin on his face vanishes like a preset DeKolta when he clocks Greedoniz and he steps sharply backwards cannoning into Abraxus who is surreptitiously concealing the receiver screen for his 'ordinary notepad' behind a fire extinguisher ("Ha, they'll never see this one coming", he chuckles to himself, "£500 well spent there methinks"!).
Bronz sniggers at the impending farce and slides swiftly down the pipe, lands with a bump and thanks the Lord that he didn't get involved in that fiasco. Turning he spots Markdini strolling down the Strand with a bulging Davenports carrier bag in each hand and the smug countenance of one who is about to get one over on his fellow enthusiasts. Bronz decides to nip off to McDonalds until it's really time to meet, and let poor old Mark walk into the crossfire...
The 19th is super for me troops, who's in?
The artist who does not rise, descends.