Things aren't shaping up quite as I'd wished. Groida's Mad Cousin Vernon has been the source of much disruption, especially with the play. In fact, I'm seriously thinking of postponing it until Christmas and putting it on as a pantomime, which it has come to resemble in rehearsals anyway.
I have acquired a copy of "Harry Price - Psychic Investigator" which I might combine with my Janet Radcliffe Richards book to produce a really vicious mongrel of a script. After all, "The Towering Inferno" was based on two stories!
Bro reckons we should create a range of Ambrose & Mordecai toys for the festive market after our popularity with the wee holidaymakers down here. Groida, of course, had to get in his two pennyworth and suggests cashing in on November 5th (i.e. October to January) by manufacturing fireworks, especially as he's discovered a cache of explosives in one of the mine shafts. After nearly putting himself into orbit with his fuel experiment I may give him the green light in the hope he succeeds this time.
So that's Xmas and Bonfire Night sorted as potential money-earners. Sadly Halloween is a washout as it is the only time of the year when nobody takes any notice of us. At least we have a temporary respite from Vernon, who is helping the polis with their enquiries after being caught stripping lead from the roof of Truro Cathedral. Apparently he wanted it to build a radiation-proof toilet cubicle. Give me strength.
Anyway, the rest of us are off to Hairy Jacob's fish restaurant in a minute. Uncle Lucas and Auntie Pamela are treating us to a blowout destined to pass into legend. Now why can't all Mega-Scorpions be like that?
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