which neither Victoria, nor Berkshire, meaning it was in the state of

Fortunately she had adequate insurance coverage for the massive repair job, otherwise she would still be

sitting in a wreck on the highway. Brian meanwhile,

found himself unceremoniously drawn back into the storyline by a hairy

Australian

"g'day cobber" he uttered, "hows the billabong today? Its fair dinkum I trust"

"Carn, fair suck of the sav, that your best dinkum lingo, me fritz?" came th prompt response, thoroughly confusing Brian, who thought it might be best to emigrate to

Moldovia, but he didn't know where it was, nor had he found his jacket yet, so he figured it was best to resume his search.

and thought he might find his jacket in the field of spuds over yonder..

but then he was minded that the jacket indeed had been left in the pub. He knew the item for which he so fervently searched was not in either of the outside pockets, so he began to inspect the items in the inside breast pockets. He was eventually rewarded for his eternal patience, which he only just acquired ten minutes earlier, when he joyfully removed the piece of paper that contained the meaning of life on it.

Remarkably it had the very faint smell of apricot jam and

of spuds. Wiping the mud off his hands and knees he

wondered how they actually had mud on them,seeing he was in the pub cadging drinks out of his dear old mum/dad. Perhaps there was a freaky pervert running around the pub smearing mud randomly on the patrons apparel. Brian really didn't care to think on it too long. Because now he really needed to

answer the call of nature

and then depart the pub to make his way to the railway station at

7.45, as he had to catch the 7.50 express to

Moldivia, way out west where the sun never sets. He was very excited by this prospect as he

the fells in peterborough to buy the bulbs for next years tulips

which lead to an interesting dilemma, not to mention an argument, as to which of his personalities was travelling to what destination. This was resolved by

one of the writers, who

is far better with words than Brian

which isn't difficult

But Brian is a wiz with the dialect of mumble

the question remained though as to which writer would step into the breach? This particular one needed a comfort break so was stepping out for a moment,

unfortunately forgetting he was on the 7th floor....

but, not forgetting that he didn't need to step out that far ...