Happy Times and Places...

WHO: Peter, Alandra & Various Psychedelic Creations
WHERE: Parrotts
WHEN: As Peter gets his round in
Peter stepped up to the bar, noting briefly that he now appeared to
be wearing a navy blue zoot-suit and a sombrero. But was having too
much of a good time to care. He collected his pint of Fosters, and
Alandra's Vodka Martini from Judge Dredd who was serving.
Making his way back to their table, he saw chatting to what appeared
to be a cross between Tony Blair & Dr.Frank N Furter.
"...So what your saying is that George Bush was an attempt by the
People of the planet TransLaboural to create the ultimate politician
for warfare?"
"Yes baby, cos we're just sweet translabourals" sang the
Blair/Furter creation.
"Right. Well, kudos for creating a Horror. A Rock..."
"SAY IT!" Said Tony Furter
"...y Horror"
"Well, there's my bo...aquaintance. I'll speak to you later" she
said, spotting Peter.
"Ciao bitch" said Prime Minister Furter. and sauntered off into the
crowds.
Peter placed the drinks on the table and sat down. Alandra smiled
and thanked him.
"So, now that Earth is back, what do you plan to do?" she asked him
"Havent really given it any thought. Perhaps stock up on Silk Cuts,
I've been unable to get them for love nor money since it went" he
smiled.
She laughed. she had a pretty laugh. When she laughed, she made you
want to laugh to. So he laughed.
"So, same question to you" Peter said when they were finished.
Alandra, now resplendent in her candyfloss pink battle armour
(complete with matching shield and sword, with a diamond hilt) had
to think long and hard about this. What did she want to do now?
<Tag to Janine!)