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BRENTFORD TO HOST MILLENNIAL CELEBRATIONS TWO YEARS EARLY AND IT'S OFFICIAL

'Right,' said Fred. 'One more time and try to pay attention. First question. Where are we now, at this precise moment?'

'Hm,' said Fred. 'What are you feckless furtlers on about?'

The form-fetcher unfolded a newspaper and displayed its front page.

'If I say it's no, then I bloody well mean it.' Fred tore the newspaper to shreds and flung the pieces all about. We've worked too long and hard on this,' Fred shouted. 'How could it happen? Tell me how?'

'Foul-up,' said the first fellow. 'Not to put too fine a point on it.'

'Tuck me' said Fred, and fell off the fender.

'Get off me. Just give me that frigging newspaper.' Fred snatched away the copy of the Brentford Mercury and began to pace up and down, reading as he paced. Words all beginning with the letter F spilled from his mouth but, what with the law of diminishing returns and everything, they will remain unrecorded.

'In the Chamber of Ultimate Power, sir.'

'Correct again. And why am I this?'

'Get off me. Just give me that frigging newspaper.' Fred snatched away the copy of the Brentford Mercury and began to pace up and down, reading as he paced. Words all beginning with the letter F spilled from his mouth but, what with the law of diminishing returns and everything, they will remain unrecorded.

'I wasn't speaking to you.'

'Which one of you said that?'

'To clear up any confusion that might exist, sir.'

'Don't you Fred me, you bastard. I want this sorted and I want it sorted now. Don't you realize the gravity of this?'

'Hm,' said Fred. 'What are you feckless furtlers on about?'

'I'm afraid it's yes,' said one or other of his visitors.

One of the anonymous duo fetched over the form and both of them sat down upon it (which must have meant that it was a bench, rather than a piece of paper).

'One of Compton-Cummings's books escaped the pulping. It fell into the hands of this Pooley chap and somehow he and another chap called Omally located the Brentford Scrolls.'

'Right,' said Fred. 'One more time and try to pay attention. First question. Where are we now, at this precise moment?'

The form-fetcher unfolded a newspaper and displayed its front page.

'To clear up any confusion that might exist, sir.'

'If I say it's no, then I bloody well mean it.' Fred tore the newspaper to shreds and flung the pieces all about. We've worked too long and hard on this,' Fred shouted. 'How could it happen? Tell me how?'

The duo hastened to his aid.

One of the anonymous duo fetched over the form and both of them sat down upon it (which must have meant that it was a bench, rather than a piece of paper).

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