I fired a shot from my buretta into his piranha aquarium to make my point.

Now talk fast, Mister Big. What’s behind the Crustacean Caper?

You no come to see the Godfather of the Cutlet before this time, and now you come to me for my help? Where is the RESPECT?

Respect comes out of a biretta, pal. (I said).

I’ll be in touch.

To be continued….

http://www.abc.net.au/news/stories/2010/01/02/2784129.htm

Inspector Montalbano,

You may be interested to know that Leeton is also plagued by this problem. There is apparently NO hope for resolution thereof. KJ.

NOTHING about Capistrano or swallows.

Try Do has already assured us: I good girl. I Try Do.

Dear Muza,

You know TOO much – far too much. I am nervous. KJ.

Take it (The Youth Drug) Lord Ginge, TAKE IT!
Any to share around?

Dear Megsy,
Whenever I’m in Leeton, I look younger EVERY day. Locals say it’s airborne salinity – constant natural exfoliant….KJ.

http://www.smh.com.au/national/obituaries/tory-doyenne-was-the-very-model-of-miss-moneypenny-20091229-lir2.html

In she came, a dream on two legs.

What’s doing, big boy, she said.

We found the culprit, I said.

It’s a CLOSE BLOOD RELATIVE.

She uncurled her lovely legs like two beautiful pythons looking for a victim.

So?

Your brother!

I LOVE HIM (she said) But not as a Brother BUT AS A MAN!

To be continued.

They are trained Prawn Cutlet detectors, due to a sojourn in the home of Gwennie, mother of kerriejean, the internationally famous crime reporter.

Miss KJ is also an aficionado of Prawn Cutlet and Crime, but also suffers from a severe skin allergy caused by peeling prawns which has made her locally socially unacceptable.

Her book, Crime Prawn Cutlet Crimes of the Century is available through yahoo books.

Bong Bong, here we come!

To be continued..

Like mad Captain Ahab’s obsession with Moby Dick we were obsessed with the destruction of Bismarck, and our cracking of the naval code played its part.

However, like Ahab, we paid a terrible price…..

Our undercover operations led us to the discovery of the hoard of Jugend Pharma – the youth drug which the Fuehrer intended to use for his elite so that they would remain youthful for the entirety of his Tausendjahre Reich.

It is now seventy years since the War began.

Those of us who plundered the pharmaceutical treasures of the Fuehrer live on, like the famous portrait of Beatrice Cenci, the tragic beauty who portrays both beauty, aristocracy, patricide and innocence and corruption.

…….Like Hawthorne, Melville and Shelley we are prisoners of our past.

The vial sits on the table awaiting the New Year.

Should I take it, or join the rest of us in blessed mortality? Remain the shadowy teller of tales who is convinced that one day he will meet a youthful Schickelgruber in K-Mart?

If so, he shall find that the pharmaceutical is no antidote to the dagger.

I must go on. I shall take the dose and continue…….