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You're strange.

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It whines and rattles, the Yamaha, all the very long and wind-chilled Spring way to E. Grinstead. Boondock Central in other words, but not totally unpleasant. Not too many steep hills to trouble the bike. Long boring stretches of tingling vibration broken up by the whoop and whir of up-and-down shifting during the few winding, rolling changes in landscape.

So, a Gorilla-gram...for Patricia, who's getting married and having her hen-night piss-up at Martines, from all the girls at [Business-name-here]. Find the client/conspirator to point out tonight's "victim," and given a lowly broom cupboard (can anyone hear violins?) for changing into costume; prepare hand-scripted, special StardustTelegrams® telegram and the greatest gift from a gorrila, his last banana.

The DJ didn't help with his mindless AlanPartridge humour and patter whilst still pumping out the jams, but that was nothing to the crowded dance floor...oh shiny dance floor. One had to traverse this massed juttering space to reach the victim's reserved lounge suite, one of several surrounding the dance floor and DJ pit in semi-circle: the opposite end of the room, in short.

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Are you writing a Harlequin romance novel by any chance, B?

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Hmmm...no.

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Well get cracking!

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Shut it, eiderdown.

A giant furry body suit was the costume, with padded floppy feet and furry-gloved hands. The hidden, central zip zipped up the furry suit from crotch to chin of the furry hood. The collapsible teddy-ears were now collapsed and the matching gorilla mask pulled over.

It's showtime. Mask-eyed vision and a couple deep breaths through the mouth-slit, telegram in one furry hand and ripe banana in t'other, our intrepid courier was prepared. He spied the unsuspecting bride-to-be through the dancing crowd and stepped onto the dancefloor, bounding gorilla-like and whooping and howling and fist-battering his chest...when suddenly...

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You intimidate me.

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This is sounding autobiographical....

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"Thus, every communist should become an active participant in this electoral upsurge, if he or she hasn’t already done so. The avenues are many and the possibilities are nearly limitless." -- Sam Webb, chairman, Communist Party USA (speaking of Obama / Clinton)

"Socialism is a philosophy which conspirators exploit, but in which only the naive believe." -- Gary Allen

Please don't ask Byron about driving his bus in a gorilla suit.

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Is this a vain gorilla-gram?

Cheers!

GeeDub#1
<loving it all, anyway...>

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It's easy when you stop pretending that you just got lost on the way
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When did you first realize/It's time you took an older lover, baby?

You're dirty.

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Is this a what?

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Sorry, that was a Trigger-Happy TV reference...

Cheers!

GeeDub#1
<who kinda fancies Dom Joly...>

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It's easy when you stop pretending that you just got lost on the way
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When did you first realize/It's time you took an older lover, baby?

No. Still no clearer. Trigger-happy TV?

Never mind...now, where was I? Oh yeah...suddenly...

Something had gone very wrong for our gorilla, very much outside of any truly possible reality. What was once whirling and flailing bodies dancing around him as he steadily made his way to his objective punter, now there were two large furry feet hovering before the eye-slits of his gorilla mask. His own two furry feet, hanging there in mid-air.

Hang on a minute. That can't be right.

Just as that confusing thought had formed, it was ejected from his mind very much like all the air in his lungs as his body slammed down onto the evidently highly polished dance floor, flat on his back winded and dazed. His mask had been knocked sideways and the only thing visible now was a corner of an eye hole and the rubbery insides of the mask. His banana had gone flying but, ever the faithful courier, the telegram was still tightly clenched, albeit now rather rumpled.

Of course, the Martine's crowd erupted in laughter and the DJ had new fodder for his lame jokes.

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