At length, the pair of birds gained the purlieus of Stokes Croft, where at the budgerigar’s prompting her companion fluttered up from the gutter and took a perch on Turbo Island, there finding herself in the same company of bottle worshippers as normally frequented that shrine. —
Turbo Island
“Kinnell,” said Hieronymus who evidently, during the greater part of the years which had elapsed since the events described previously, had very little stirred from his accustomed and no doubt commodious place upon that bench, had more or less become at one with the fixtures and fittings, being otherwise somewhat changed in point of being more grey and yet more dirty than before. “Kinnell” quoth again that savant, as the rain fell on him and slid off him, and the troublesome lichen flourished upon his raiments, “like fuckin’ birds!” —
Hieronymus
“’Tis true, thy visdom, Solomon. That vornoon in the tent. Years ago. Years and years.” —
Solomon
“Mama would fain know what became of a certain individual, a feathered creature like us. Would you happen to have heard tell of one Hawksmoor Perroquet?” —
Hawksmoor Perroquet
“Cross my palm with ketamine, and thee shall ‘ave the vacts hov the case.” —
Ketamine
And so saying, he shuffled away, and crossed the road, dodging the seething traffic, and hobbled up the steps into Hamilton House and vanished. —
Hamilton House
The Infirmary Lady fetched from her embonpoint a great sigh. —
The Infirmary Lady
“Suffice to say, when he virst come to our zitty, that perroket did build ’is self a bower, hover on Windmill ’ill, hout hov the grasses and twigs and verns and mud which do abound in that knoll, and also the spit from ’is own craw, such no doubt being in haccordance with the traditional customs and hinstinks of hall perrokets. Howsomever, ’e bein’ a vain creetur, ’is bower did grow beyond the bounds within which the birds hov ’is species do normally compass their ’abitations. To put matters hin hay nutshell, hit grew huntil hit became an hart zenter, full hov ’ipsters and zundry ponces who did stroke their beards hand drink difficult-zounding coffee and pretentious graft beer and zider as well as huther hintoxinatin’ liquors.” —
Hawksmoor Perroquet
“Yeahyeahyeahyeah, hand like vuckin’ like flushed with like the like zuccess hov ’is wenture, he like happroached the like vuckin’ Bristol Grant Application Agency vich like raises like vuckin’ awareness habout hall the like vuckin’ like crowdfundin’ hand like fuckin’ grants you can like get for like stuff. Yeahyeahyeah, hand like they vuckin’ got like the like credit unions to like give him the like wherewithal to buy hall these vuckin’ like batiments hand like turn them hall into like hipster bars serving like fuckin’ craft beer hand zider, hand like lounges which served like difficult-sounding coffee to sundry like ponces like.” —
The Bristol Grant Application Agency
Just then, there was a shout and a whistle, and Solomon was to be seen gesticulating from the steps of Hamilton House. Bidding a somewhat peremptory farewell to the hominids slouching on Turbo Island, the two birds took wing and fluttered across to where Solomon sweated on his crutches. —
Hamilton House
Solomon ushered his avian companions into the lobby of that building, where many years previously Mr Hawksmoor Perroquet had so basely trafficked his spouse and their unhatched oeuf. However, instead of taking the stairs up to the great hall wherein that dastardly thing had been done, they went through the swing doors on the left, and found themselves in a vast bar called The Ghastly Hipster Opposite Turbo Island. —
Ghastly Hipster opposite Turbo Island
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