A Night Of Unrest

It is very noisy and rowdy on Preachers Lane. Hoardes of small children are racing around the estate in a loud and formless fashion.

Fing cannot help but think that it's rather like watching an episode of monkey world as the little brats race by screaming, howling and laughing manically like gibbons on acid.

It is, infact, all too much for a boy who is trying to relax by the pond with a long island iced tea and a selection of smoked meats, olives and pickled anchovies from the delicatessen.

With a sigh, he gathers up his silk gown and assortment of sweetmeats and beats a hasty retreat into the house, only to find Martha watching a ribute to Freddie Mercury.

He decides there is no rest for the wicked ones so goes upstairs and pisses on some clean washing to make himself feel better.