Saturday, July 12, 2008

Chemin De Fer en Macau


His imagination captured by the twin enticements of free liquor and petit fours, Woodpecker-Smythe sidled up to the Casino Lisboa bar. He ordered two drinks, a lemon squash and a gin & tonic .. for laters.

He honestly didn’t think Lady M would mind although it was physically challenging juggling two drinks, three Bacon-Wrapped Tiger Prawns on Skewers and a suitcase full of cash (in this case French Francs, the galactic standard gambling currency.)

Lady Marzipan had fronted the Lord two hundred thousand Francs in hopes of gaining a 20-fold increase - this profit to be applied to acquisition of another fiendish Q-device.

However, this was of little import to Woodpecker-Smythe at the present as he was generally oblivious to such machinations. In fact matters such as high-stakes gambling for world domination at the most intriguing casino in the known world rarely troubled the mind of Woodpecker-Smythe. His neurons fired lazily, often languidly between underachieving synapses more interested in acquiring tasty appetizers to fuel his self-important boasting .

At any rate, W-S soon found himself at the standard baccarat table with a conveniently empty seat. Oddly, some of his fellow players looked familiar. To his right, a sinister Mediterranean type who could have been Dr. Emilo Mixo’s double but with thinner lapels. To his left another individual who looked a lot like the Rakshasa hunter less the robes of office and cross-bow. As per usual, two other wealthy, expendable, otherwise non-descript players sat opposite him for dramatic effect.

W-S surveyed his competition and determined that his best strategy was to play ‘the somewhat clueless upper class British nob. Of course, that wouldn’t be much of a stretch.

“I say, anyone got change for five bob?” W-S announced as he clumsily spilled lemon squash and tiger sauce all over the "girlfriend" of a previously described expendable player, “I’ve still got to ante up!”

Meanwhile, half-way to the Sandwich Isles, the Commodore was dealing with an insurrection by a passenger aboard his ship – the self styled “Smartest Man in Lady Hamilton’s Idea Factory & Advisory Firm.”

2 comments:

  1. Brilliant! Woodpecker-Smythe has done it again!! Chemin De Fer en Macau is a tour de force that tugs at the heart strings even as it bangs the funny bone on the door jamb of disbelief!!! Strap yourself in and get ready for a laugh-a-minute thrill ride that'll leave your lunch in your lap!!!! 2 thumbs so far up that I've lost sight of them!!!!! Huzzah!!!!!!

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  2. Every one's a maserati! Boffo!

    Well, we've certainly had a fun time in the Sandwiches, "pacifying" the natives. For some reason they seem to all have come down with the smallpox. Bad luck for them, I say. There seems to be a little of the pox going about too. Not sure how THAT happened.

    Well, must go now. Am entering into a "Friendship Treaty" with the local king, on behalf of the Great White Queen, as old Vicky is known by here. That I am not, in any way, authorized to make such a treaty, is a fact I will keep to myself.

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