You never did read the bloody sign did you Sholmes?

*wonders how many readers the Daily Sin has...and how far is far enough away*

I think I'm up to about 6 Vi  

actually my dear I did. .I just assumed it didn't apply to me


*is dizzy from signing in and out . .these alter ego thingies are bluddy murder to  keep up. .ooh I made a pun *

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I think I'm up to about 6 Vi 


Excellent....so the next block is far enough?

Bloody press has got it in for me
*thumps photographer*
.......

*parks bicycle outside Casino, adjusts hatpin,  and thrusts way through crowd of camels to Casino entrance*

that was Lord Snowden, he's strapped for cash... either way your nicked tonight 

It's not the Bus Stop Hoochie  

Al....I reckon this may be why the paper is soooo interested in you....





I await captions!!!!!

 *waves imperiously to Doorman*

Young man I'd like to be shown to the Boardroom - there's a small matter of a Murder that needs to be cleared up *eyes Doorman with a steely resolve*

Collapses in a chair

Christ........look who's turned up.  It's Miss Marple ........we're gonna be here for days.

*shrinks further back into corner*

 
Lady, jus' cos I'm hung like a horse, don't mean I am one!!

 

* narrows eyes* Young lady, I'll try not to take up too much of your time - I believe I may have something of interest to tell - would you be kind enough to show me to the Boardroom and have the other suspects join us *raises eyebrows at Bet's polyester skirt and sweeps past*

Your not the only one???

why what on earth is going on now?
Ah was summoned to be here...

What, what - oh tell us now please

Is not one of the suspects but saunters into the boardroom anyway

Where the hell is the board room??

*crawls marine stylee under tables to bar...grabs bottle of vodka....crawls marine stylee back to dark corner to drown sorrows*

What the heck is going on in here????
Why do you want me in here Bet?

checks watch again. .it has to be time now..  surely?

*is starving and needs supper*

warbles...why are we waiting...*prepares lethal pricks* 

ezeee 'ere - the sheik

Oh FFS......now I'm being bossed around by a little old lady in a cardi. This is worse than the Shiekh

RIGHT.....COME ON YOU LOT.....INTO THE BOARDROOM....MOVE YOUR ASSES.....THE QUICKER WE GET IN THERE THE QUICKER WE CAN ALL GET BACK TO NORMAL.

(and the scary assed lady on the bike leaves )

 *fixes harry by the eyes* You're in it!...take a seat!

Save me a seat Harry

*settles in Camels*

Sorry I'm late but I fell asleep - this thing has been so stressful I've not slept much 

*frisks the Shifty Shiekh for hidden cameras*

are we gonna be long...the fridge is three rooms away and I need a top up 

*squishes in next to zee loverly Beet*

 My what a charming way you have with you!  *wrinkles nose and sniffs* Would you be so good as to arrange some tea as well?

*Settles down in large leather chair, adjusts bosom, and draws notebook from carpet bag*

She'll be a Beet-root as soon as she's revealed as the killer 

Curls up in a corner rocking and weeping I want me mum!!!