Lexus

The Lexus, emissary of all that was polished and gleaming and gorgeous and above all good, smoothed its path through the desolation of the eastern suburbs. By Page Park, a brief coagulation of the traffic compelled that conveyance to tarry awhile. In the back thereof, Lady Luncheon, fat and floral, adjusted the malevolent chihuahua reposing in the handbag upon her adamantine thighs, and eyed through the glass the louts and…

After this fashion the Lexus of fools hove to outside the familiar habitation, whereupon Mr Jagtar Singh sprang forth vey smartly and, with a flourish opening first one and then the other rear door, suffered to emerge the two ladies aforementioned, the naugahyde plush asseverating after its customary fashion its satisfaction at this procedure. Thereupon there was an unseemly struggle between the three gentleman - although in his defence it…

evading Argos-eyed Luncheon in his Lexus borne,

The Lexus, sleek and shimmering in the darkness, inched majestically along Stokes Croft. Momentarily arrested by the lucorum mutandum junctioning Ashley Road, it took its sussurant repose upon the camber opposite the steaming windows of Bar Wanque, whereupon Sir Hearty Luncheon’s gaze chanced to settle upon certain vey desolate personages smoking angrily on the pavement.

…himself ordered one of his exquisitely tailored minions with white teeth to bid Mr Jagtar Singh to ready the Lexus.

Sir Hearty Luncheon under leaden skies clambered into the back of the Lexus, therein sank into the embrace of warm beige leatherette, from which there emanated a brief squeak and the mildest of odours, as of the discreet bumquake of seraphim. Mr Jagtar Singh very smartly closed the door behind him, and very smartly got behind the wheel. Tires crunched over gravel, engine hummed, a balletic gliding past the baronial…