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S.J. Bennett
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February 20 - February 24, 2021
Evil lurks where we most desire it not to be,
Sir David Attenborough had been there, of course. He was always a delight, and one’s own age, which was rare these days. He had been very gloomy about the state of global warming, though. Oh dear.
‘Strung up like a Tory MP. There’s a word for it. What is it? Auto-sex-something?
‘Autoerotic asphyxiation,’ the Queen said grimly. She had googled it on her iPad.
Need anything? Fudge? Nicola Sturgeon’s head on a platter?’
She was made of ice, he thought. But one day he would melt her.
like the Tardis but without the warning sounds.
She’s got an eagle eye, a nose for bullshit and a fabulous memory.
Meanwhile, Sir Simon informed her that over a quarter of a million people had sent birthday wishes
via Twitter. Thank God they hadn’t sent cards.
A patch of grass among the flowering bluebells was marked by an asymmetrical slab of white marble, set with brass lettering that simply read ‘MAKSIM BRODSKY. MUSICIAN. 1991–2016’.
‘There was nowhere else for him to go,’ the Queen said, with a wave of her hand.
