Mr Hawksmoor Perroquet in his mercy chose this moment to enter into discussions concerning a vanity engineering project, which he hoped would set the seal on the success of his mayoralty. —
Hawksmoor Perroquet
Mr Crass Cheseham with an ill-grace yielded the floor. Mr Don Quicksotte smirked at his rival’s discomfort, while Dr Mark Wankstain assumed the appearance of a lickspittle, and Miss Minerva Ledwitch gave an encouraging smile. For his part, Sir Hearty Luncheon looked very much as if Medusa the gorgon had caught him at a moment of supreme indifference. —
Sir Hearty Luncheon
“But of course, Sir Hearty,” said Hawksmoor, “I must expeditiously arrive at the point, and speak only of the salient. I see that now. Very well. I refer of course to Penistone House. The Kumerazovs have in the past submitted a number of planning applications, but these …” —
Penistone House
“If I may just interject at this moment,” said that guardian of Aeolus’s bag, and drew in a great breath, as if storing the oxygen necessary for a mighty peroration. But Mr Crass Cheseham was once again too quick for him. —
Mr Crass Cheseham
“I completely agree,” agreed Miss Ledwitch agreeably, “Stokes Croft is like a totally deprived area with complex issues crying out for like, not like yuppie sheeple flats, but like arts centres and artisanal bakeries and yummy organic food outlets and like massage therapists, none of which these like corporates you speak of take any account of whatsoever.” —
Stokes Croft
Concluding his oration, Sir Hearty Luncheon snapped his fingers. From the foule of hipsters which combled that gathering, there now stepped forth a youthful minion of Handjob Luncheon, who smartly unscrolled a great set of architect’s plans, and set them before the Pierpont Morgan of Anchor Road. The personages seated round that table craned their necks. Sir Hearty Luncheon produced from a pocket a scented kerchief, and flourished it beneath his nose. —
The architect’s plans
“Certainly Sir Hearty,” said that creature, “Miss Ledwitch has long impressed upon me in my architectural capacity the necessity in Stokes Croft for a state of the art colonic irrigation centre.” —
Colonic irrigation spa at Penistone House
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