Thursday, December 4, 2008

... could do with a drink. They trudged in silence to McGilligans. As they settled at a table, James Taylor took to the stage on the portable TV by the optics where the new dwarf bartender scrambled up Clive's stepladder to pour two scotches.
'I love this song,' the Inspector sighed.
'Me too ...' Joe said thoughtfully. 'I wonder if ...' he hesitated. 'Maybe that's why Vi called him James.' He took a swig of his scotch. The new bartender wasn't a patch on Clive. He'd disappeared out back for a cigarette break, and Joe waited impatiently for a refill. 'So, what are we going to do about all this ...

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