The Traitor Takes A Peek.
It's so often the oldies who spot the flaws! After a difficult week selling out to the Chinese, via the Kermit dwarf, here , a mauling over his bald spot air brusher's jobs for mates appointment and the sudden euro sceptic mask and façade being recognised as a toxic wax covering, he needed a diversion. Sod taking the boy wonder Chancellor with him, he would venture down those stairs to the underground basement and the infamous Snotty retreat, alone.
As he crept quietly down those steps he pondered on how he had managed to become known and found out so easily that he was now SEUD. (Septic EU Dave). He guessed it was after a Maggie style hand bagging by Frau Merkel, swiftly followed by his not getting to meet the fragrant though well worn Carla and forced to take a metaphorical, paupers rogering, by her Dwarf. Not a good week and the tiniest hint of doubt had arisen over his fear of becoming known as worse than that creature, Snotty, at the job.
The corridor was as he had been led to believe. Dimly lit, the fingers of bulbs hung unshaded from the ceiling. Their faint glow an insult to the concept of a modern age as they barely shone as much light as a Victorian gas lamp.
Some two thirds down the corridor he came to the huge, grey, forbidding, gas proof door, with the massive lever arm slotted into the catch. He stood and looked with a steadily growing anxiety creeping into his stomach. He moved forwards and with a big effort raised the lever upwards to release the door. It creaked slowly open towards him as he stepped away to allow the springs to do do their work. He felt sick as he stepped into the dark, musty, slightly NHS ward smelling entrance............................................