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The Butcher , The Baker
and The Undertaker (C)
By
Michael
Casey
Chapter Nine ...Marriage to a Person , Marriage to a People
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So Joan Derby was
buried , as the crowd of mourners filed away
Percy stood at the
foot of her grave . He threw a red rose
onto her
coffin.
"Well Joan , I hope you forgive me for inviting everybody . I did
tell you
that you wouldn't be alone , but
things certainly took on a life of their
own . I just hope you liked the
Jazz music , I'm sure Mozart would have
approved anyway , he liked things
to go with a swing . It's a good job I
combed your hair too , you looked
your best for all the crowd . Well I'll
be saying goodbye then ,but don't forget to avoid Bartok like the plague
,
Mozart is the one to look out for ,
" with a final look at the name plate
on the coffin Percy left Joan Derby to rest in eternal peace .
In another corner of the
field , the grass not having been cut
in ages so the graveyard did look like a field , Mr Stone was saying a
few
words to a long dead pantry maid .
"Well I'm sorry that your name got brought up , but I'm not sorry
that you
were sweet on one of my ancesters
, but for you I wouldn't be here . I
don't stand a chance in Hell of
getting selected now , not that I'd get
elected , but I just came to say that I love you , all us Stones love
you.
They'll be flowers
on your grave on your anniversary for the next
one
hundred years , just as there has been for the past one
hundred . Well
I'll be leaving you , "
saying those words Mr Stone bent down and
placed
an enormous bunch of flowers on the grave of a pantry maid .
Percy had spotted Mr Stone
in the far corner of the graveyard , so
he made his way over to him .
Percy noticed the bunch of flowers and read
the inscription , "Rest in
Peace Beloved Pantry maid " , Percy
looked Mr
Stone in the eye , there were tears .
"Well a promise is a promise , so I've come to offer my support ,
I'll do
everything in my power to help you get elected , " Percy held out
his
hand.
Mr Stone took it and shook it firmly ,
with a pantry maid as a witness a
deal was struck , in heaven Mozart had struck up a tune at
Joan Derby's
bidding , it was a march , starting slowly , ever so slowly , but it
would
build and build
, just as a builder builds , and
it would end in
Parliament , and there it would
become a dance , a merry dance , a dance
for the Black Country .
Sid was singing , a sign
had gone up at the end of the street , a
new lorry and car park was being built by the council , the road was dead
and buried . Big Sid was still singing when Len came in clutching some
ten
by seven inch photos .
"Look at these Sid , I hope
you like them , " said Len putting a photo on
Sid chopping block .
It was a snap of Mr Stone knocking Councillor Albert Pratt O.B.E. for six
all in glorious colour .
"But where did you get this from , I thought only Beacon News was
there to
cover it , the tv and the papers
having gone home , " asked Big Sid as he
savoured the sight of the Councillor getting his just rewards .
"Well I've got a few cameras at home , they are expensive Japanese ones ,
you know the ones they make in their new Black Country factory , "
began
Len .
"You and the camera must be good to get a shot like this , "
smiled Sid .
"Well your grandchildren grow up so fast that I decided
to get
a good
camera , so it became a sort of
hobby , " said Len looking at
the floor
embarrassed at his own reckless spending .
"Your right , Len , take as many photos as possible , a photo is
something
to cherish , " boomed Big Sid .
Len smiled like a schoolkid , he
liked Sid a lot , they could almost be
brothers . Mrs Murphy happened by
, she started to look at the photos ,
Len had used a high shutter speed so he had a series of snaps which
caught
the councillor as he fell .
"I wouldn't mind a camera like that , what with Patrick's wedding and the
baby coming too , " she said as she examined the photos .
"This is Mrs Murphy , Len , Patrick's mother , " explained Big
Sid .
"Patrick's penance mother ? " asked Len his eyebrows arching
into question
marks.
"The very same , " answered Mrs Murphy .
"Well it'll be an honour to take you shopping for a
camera , I'll just
bring in Sid's meat then I'll give
you a lift in the freezer lorry ,
"
said Len with a smile .
Percy and Mr Stone were in
Percy's study , Mr Stone was reading
the entry in the old Frost journal about the burial of the pantry maid .
"Can I have a photo copy of this please , just for sentimental value you
know what I mean , " Mr Stone sounded almost apologetic .
"Certainly , now about the selection meeting tonight , I'll come
along and
say a few words , I don't know what I'll say but I'll think of something
,
then once your selected I'll take you on a tour of the rest homes .
"
Len delivered a few sides
of beef to a butchers while Mrs Murphy
went into the camera shop next door . She went up to the counter and
opened her handbag
, she had a few hundred in
notes inside . The
assistant's eyes lit up when he saw the notes . So he showed her all the
expensive cameras , trying to
blind her with science , trying to get
all
her money . Mrs
Murphy was on the point of buying a
really ridiculous
camera when Len came in . He strode to the counter like George
ready to
slay the Dragon .
"Listen sonny , she doesn't want that , " said Len as he took
Mrs Murphy's
money from the top of the counter .
He started to empty his pockets ,
he had a thousand pounds in his pockets
plus his cellular phone , his camera and his meat cleaver . So holding
his
cleaver in one hand and the Black
Country Flash camera in the other hand
he boomed to the frightened assistant .
"Look this is what she wants
, the Black Country Flash ,an aim
and snap
thingy , none of this stuff , " Len gestured with his cleaver
, the
assistant wasn't going to argue , Len was the size of Big Sid after all .
So Mrs
Murphy bought the Black
Country flash ,
the latest
Japanese camera , built in the
Black Country . The advertising campaign
for the camera had a blacksmith
making a horse shoe , the sparks flying
while a proud girl snapped the
proceedings with a flash. Len assured
Mrs
Murphy that it was good enough for her requirments , so she
paid her
seventy pounds and left the shop a happy woman , as for the assistant he
had to sit down , he was feeling drained .
As they were leaving
Nangit Tangit who did all the
photographic
developing for the shop was coming
in . He collided with Len , so
some
photos of the seige of Old Forge fell out of Len's pocket to the ground .
"Sorry lad are you ok , " said Len as he pulled Nangit up from
the floor .
"I'm alright man , I
shouldn't have been in such a hurry , I
could have
hurt your sister , " replied Nangit .
"She's just a friend , not my sister , " replied Len .
Nangit bent down to pick up the photos Len had dropped .
"Hey man , these are really great , and that's my wife in the
background ,
she was one of the Daughters of The Temple , " smiled Nangit .
"Balbinder , Amjit's wife was there too , " said a proud Mrs
Murphy .
"Man these would make great posters , I don't need the negative , but I
could make really great posters of these , " said Nangit scouring
the
photos for any more of his relatives .
"Well you can have these
, I'm Len by the way , Len from Len's Meat ,"
said Len pointing to his van .
"I'm Nangit Tangit , I do the photographic developing , "
said Nangit
handing Len one of his business cards .
With that they said their goodbyes , they'd probably never meet again .
That evening the Liberals met , they had to finally choose a
candidate to fight the By Election
for Old Forge and Singing Anvil . Mr
Frederick Chance had stood in
every election for the past fourty years
,
he'd always came a poor fourth behind the two main parties and the MRLP ,
he was like a sacrificial lamb .
But he still had a seat on the council ,
so he didn't mind .
Percy stood up to speak
for Mr Stone , the Liberals didn't mind
him not being a member , one more
person at a ward meeting was something
to cherish , so Percy was let
speak . Percy did not know what to say , if
only he could give the famous speech from Henry the Fifth . No that would
not do , so slowly Percy got to
his feet , perhaps simple words were the
best .
"I am just a simple man , my
task is to bury the dead , I comb their hair
and tidy them up so that their families' can take one last farewell
, one
last look and one last kiss . The
mark of the man is not what he says but
what he does , the past is over the present is here , but what
of the
future . Now is the time to take a
chance Mr Frederick Chance , to stand
aside and let another be tested by fire ,
to brave the slings and arrows
of outrageous fortune , to test
the heart and the spirt . Sometimes the
spirit is willing but the flesh is weak ,
but we have to try , we cannot
just give up and die . We have to
try for that is our spirt , that is our
hope , that is our humanity . Hope
beyond hope , faith beyond reason , to
believe even though we do not know .
Today I buried a lady by the name of
Joan Derby , she had no family
, no friends , yet at her funeral there
were over seven hundred people . I asked all the protesters
from the
recent seige of the Old Forge Council House to come along , I asked
them
to share their joy with a lady who
had been dead for months and not been
buried till today . Was I wrong , perhaps I was , but at least she did
not
go to Paradise alone . No she had
a good send off , a great send off in
fact , with a Jazz band too . When it was all over I had a few words to
say with her , I asked her to forgive me for inviting
strangers to her
funeral . I hope
she has , I won't find out till my body
lies in
the
ground too . But to the point , in a corner of the field I spotted
Mr
Stone . He too was asking forgiveness from the dead
, from a long dead
pantry maid , for a hundred years flowers have been placed
on her grave
and for a hundred more flowers
will be placed on her grave . Now to me
that says more of the man than any
empty speeches . At the graveside
I
shook his hand
and promised to do everything in my
power to get
him
elected . I know he'll make a good
M.P. ,
all it needs is for him to be
given a chance , Mr Frederick
Chance . I know for him M.P. does not
mean
My Peerage , for him it means My People , the Black Country People here
in
Old Forge and
Singing Anvil . It is a marriage between a man
and a
people , at the graveside I saw the man laid bare , I saw the tears in
his
eyes , real tears , not tears conjured up for T.V. cameras . Mr Stone
will
win this election , not for sixty
years has a Liberal won here , but with
Mr Stone you will win . Give him a
chance Mr Frederick Chance , this is
but a By Election , in two years time the General Election
will come ,
then you can try if Mr Stone fails now .
Lend him your cloak , give him
your blessing , prove that you are
no Albert Pratt O.B.E. , wanting all
the glory for yourself . Prove how liberal the Liberals are , I know
that I am but an outsider , but with Mr Stone the Emperor really will
have
new clothes , the little dog will laugh to see such fun , and the
Liberals
will run away with the election , " Percy sat down , he was sweating
.
There was silence for a
full minute , Mr Stone clasped Percy's
hand by way or thanks . Then Mr Frederick Chance stood up ,
he looked
Percy in the eye , he sighed , why oh why wasn't Percy in the Party .
"Mr Frost or may I call you Percy ? " began Mr Chance .
"Percy is fine , " said Percy .
"Well on the condition that
you write Mr Stone's speeches , I will lend
him my cloak , and my sandals and
girdle too , " said Mr Chance who was a
Baptist lay preacher .
The selection committee
took half an hour to formally select Mr
Stone , then they all rushed off home before their
wives got angry with
them for being out late . Mr Frederick Chance rung up Beacon radio
and
gave a live interview explaining why he was stepping aside for Mr Stone .
He made much of the fact that he
was no Albert Pratt O.B.E. ,
he also
quoted from Percy's speech .
As for Percy and Mr
Stone they went over the road to the pub
,
they were both a little shocked to say the least . So sitting in a quite
corner they had a drink .
"Well I'll take you on a tour of the rest homes , they'll be two
thousands
votes there for the asking , if I recommend you , " began Percy .
"We still haven't a hope in Hell of winning , even though it was
your
speech which got me selected , " mused Mr Stone .
"To be honest you are right ,
but there is a power in the Black Country ,
its like a dynamo , like a hammer
beating down on the anvil , if we can
harness that power , then we'll give them a run for their money , "
sighed
Percy .
"Well its not called Old Forge and Singing Anvil for nothing , " said
Mr
Stone laughing .
The live interview came on the pub radio , a cheer went up , Pat
Cowdell's
stable of boxers were regulars in The Punchbag . They'd heard about
Albert
Pratt being knocked out , and they
liked it . On impulse Percy stood on
his chair and began to shout .
"Well lads this is Mr Stone here ,
come and shake hands with your
future
M.P. , Mr Stone M.P. for Old Forge and Singing Anvil ! " Percy
shouted .
There was a stampeed to shake hands with the man who'd put the councillor
down for the count .
"Look I haven't a hope in
Hell of winning , but it'd be nice to
put two
fingers up at the two main parties , they take you for granted . All I
ask
is a chance ,
you can get rid of me again in two years at the
General
Election . So what have you got to lose ? " said Mr Stone .
To cheers from the boxers Percy and Mr Stone left The Punchbag .
"Well that's two thousand one hundred and fifty votes so
far ,
" said
Percy sounding like Smiling Paul .
"I hope you are right , but we need ten times that amount to win
, "
smiled Mr Stone , he'd decided to treat it all as a game , that way
he
wouldn't be disappointed .
They were walking back to their cars when Len and
family appeared from
around the corner , they had had their monthly family night out , smiling
broadly Len introduced his grandson James to Percy .
"This is James , your boy will be teaching him programming soon ,
" boomed
Len .
"And this is Mr Stone ,
its been on the radio , he's
going to be the
Liberal candidate for M.P. , so vote for him , " said Percy .
"Will the Big Sid and the rest of them be voting for him ? "
asked Len .
"Well I will ,
you'll have to ask them , why not
ring him up on that
cellular phone of yours ? " said Percy .
No sooner had Percy said it than Len was on the phone to Big Sid . Big
Sid
just said that he respected Percy's opinion so he'd vote the same way .
"Right , that's settled than
, I'll spread the word , perhaps we'll
take
you around the butchers shops I
deal with , " mused Len holding
out his
hand for Mr Stone to shake .
They said their goodbyes . Percy now reckoned they had four and a half
thousand votes in the bag , what
with Len's influence , and as he had
told Len , in two years they could
get ride of Mr Stone if he turned out
to be a vegetarian . Len was still laughing when he got back into his
car.
As he put his cellular phone back
in his pocket he found Nangit Tangit's
business card . Len started to laugh , he had an idea which would make
the
whole of the Black Country laugh .
The early morning news had announced that the eleventh
hour
candidate for the Liberals was to be Mr Stone the builder . Then
reports
came in of
posters appearing in
the Old Forge
and Singing Anvil
constituency . The posters were
all over the Conservative , Labour , MRLP
and the Liberal party offices .
The buildings had been totally covered if
not gift wrapped in posters of Mr Stone knocking out Albert Pratt
O.B.E.
The MRLP claimed responsibility as it ws so funny , gift wrapped
buildings
who'd have thought of it , was it an American idea ?
It was Len's idea , but
Nangit Tangit was flooded with orders
once people had seen his posters "advertised" on the party head
quarters .
The boxers in The Punchbag laughed
till they cried , they really
would
vote for Mr. Stone now . The main
parties denounced it all as vandalism ,
Mr Stone refered everybody to Carol Samson his solicitor
. Percy was
worried at first but then thought better of it , Black Country people
have
a good sense of humour , and besides they'd be votes in it .
Smiling Paul decided to
get in on the act , so he started
to
take bets on the election . He had worked out he'd clear at least
five
thousand pounds from the betting
, so he decided to place a thousand to
win on Mr Stone . Perhaps Smiling
Paul was still being a Chinaman , but
nevertheless he went into town to
Ladbrokes and place a thousand to win
on Mr Stone .
The preparations for Patrick's and June's wedding
had hit
a
hitch , namely Mrs Kemp . She had decided she wanted a quiet
wedding ,
just Patrick and June , herself
and Mr Kemp , and Mrs Murphy could come
too . Though June's stomach had not begun to show
Mrs Kemp did not want
any questions about a hurried wedding ,she had already decided that
photos
would be taken from the chest upwards ,
and when the baby was born she'd
tell her friends that it was premature .
Mrs Murphy rolled her
eyes when she heard the news from
Patrick
and June .
"God blast the old bitch
, the divil carry her and skither her
arse , no
son of mine is having a quiet wedding .
Me a poor old widow woman and the
old bitch wants to deprive me of
the happiest day of my life !
Patrick
marrying a nice girl and me to be a grannie too , and the old witch wants
to hide things . You two love one
another anybody can see that , its not
as if its some sort of shotgun wedding ,
I'll ring her up and give her a
piece of my mind , " raged Mrs Murphy getting out of her chair and
heading
for the phone .
"No , Shiela , please no ,
Patrick will think of something , it'll be a
great wedding , just leave it all
to Patrick , " said June pouring oil on
troubled waters .
"Yes I'll think of something , " said Patrick not having a clue
as to what
he'd say .
"See I told you , Patrick will sort things out , or my name
isn't Mrs
Murphy too ! " said June
before kissing Patrick .
Mrs Murphy glowed , Mrs Murphy too
, she liked the sound of that , and
judging by the
way June and Patrick kissed perhaps they'd give
her a
clutch of grandchildren
. Wouldn't it be grand if there
were enough
grandchildren to form a Gaelic
football team , the Kingdom of Kerry would
need new blood in twenty years time .
Which reminded her that the Bear in
Bearwood was showing the Gaelic football on Sportscast soon , she'd
have
to get Michael to give her a drive over there , she'd pop
into Saint
Gregory's for a quick prayer or maybe Mass before the Gaelic football ,
if
Michael wasn't busy with the taxiing then they'd make an afternoon of it
.
"Yes mom , I'll sort it all
out , though we may have to phone invitations
instead of posting
them , in order to keep things
quiet so
Mrs Kemp
doesn't find out , " said Patrick ,it was the best he could think to
say .
"Fine I suppose it'll do ,
but I'm sure Mrs Kemp would have made a
great
Wicked Witch of the West , she
looks like the real one , The Wizard of Oz
was on the telly the other night , " said a deadpan Mrs Murphy .
June just had to laugh , Patrick joined in , Mrs Murphy was a terror to
be
sure .
"Oh do you mind if I put the telly on , only there's a program on , its
about having your first baby , I'm
videoing them but as I'm here perhaps
we can watch it together , " said June as she reached for the telly
.
The telly blinked , then blinked again , then the sound came on , but
very
low . The telly was on its last legs for sure .
"How long has the telly been like this ? " asked Patrick as he thumpt the
set .
"Oh not long ,
maybe three or four months , its
been a good set your
father bought it a few years before he died , " explained Mrs Murphy
.
"Nearly twenty years old ,
its time you had another ,
" said Patrick
shaking his head like a doctor pronouncing a person dead .
"It's ok I'm used to it , " said Mrs Murphy .
"But you can afford a new set , you get a cheque every month from
the
bakery , " said an uncomprehending Patrick .
"But I'm saving that money
, just in case you are foolish and lose
the
bakery , as a kind of safety net , " said Mrs Murphy .
June smiled , Mrs Murphy was thinking of Patrick first and not herself .
"Look Patrick won't go silly ,
you can start spending your bakery money ,
besides I'll clip him around the ear if he even thinks of it , "
said June
before clipping Patrick around the ear .
Mrs Murphy smiled , their was love
in their games , she'd have loads of
grandchildren that was sure , she'd be able to look Mrs O'Toole in the
face , Mrs O'Toole had ten grandchildren .
"Well we better be going then , if we are to catch the sale , I saw
a sign
in the window as we were driving here ,
T.C. Hayes of Berawood is having
a sale , " June headed for the door , dragging Patrick behind her .
"Do't be foolish child , this set is ok , " began Mrs Murphy .
"Yes , for you , but what about when your grandchild is
sitting on your
lap watching Laurel and Hardy ? " asked June .
She had Mrs Murphy cornered , with
a final smile , June put her hand on
the door .
"Well if your foolish enough to spend your money , get a bargain , " Mrs
Murphy paused , " Mrs O'Toole has colour . "
"Well you'll have
colour and remote control ,
" said June
over her
shoulder , as she and Patrick left the room .
At T.C. Hayes they met
Peter with the beard , he'd sold Mr Kemp a
Technics midi system the week before , he directed them to the television
area .
"God , this place is like a
Tardis , its massive once you get inside
, "
said Patrick looking all around .
"Can we have a big telly with remote control , please ,
" said June
getting on with the task in hand .
"Why not get Nicam stereo and picture in picture , if we are getting
mom a
telly we may as well get a good one ,
" said Patrick still marvelling
at
the size of the shop .
"In that case , we'll have that one , " said June pointing .
"That'll be , " said the sales man announcing the price .
"Is that your best price ? " asked June .
"Yes ,its our best price , it includes œ80 off , " explained
the salesman.
"He's paying , " smiled June as she pointed at Patrick .
Patrick realised what he'd talked himself into , as the salesman repeated
the price . Only Patrick couldn't find his cheque book . So June
proffered
her Gold American Express card instead . The sales man arched his
eyebrows
when he saw it . So June put on her best smile and pouted before saying .
"I'm John Kemp's little girl
,daddy bought a Technics system
from your
collegue Peter with the beard last week . "
The salesman checked with Peter
, then full of smiles he wrote out
the
receipt .
"Oh by the way can we have a full five year gaurentee too , I saw
the sign
saying you have a repair centre here , " said Patrick smiling .
"You'll have to pay me back , no future husband of mine is living
off me ,
I'm marrying you for your money
, not the other way around , "
smirked
June .
June decided that they'd take the set with them then and there rather
that
wait for a delivery van .So she drove Patrick's VW from the car park
around
the back and parked on the pavement just by the
traffic lights . Then
Patrick picked up the monster telly and carried it outside
, only it
wouldn't fit in the car .
While he was wondering what to do
a traffic
warden came along and was going to book him . Patrick said he was a
friend
of Rodger's and did the girl know him , the girl did
, while Patrick
engaged her in conversation June whistled down a taxi . As luck would
have
it , it was Michael's taxi . So the telly went in the taxi with June ,
while Patrick invited the girl traffic warden to his wedding , Roger
would
give her details later .
Back at Mrs Murphy's
Patrick carried the monster telly inside .
"Glory be to God
look at the size of it , will I be able
to pay my
electricy bill , " said Mrs Murphy putting her hands to her face .
"June , chose it , " said Patrick , as he put the telly in the
corner .
"Well it must be good if June chose it , " said Mrs Murphy .
June then spent half an
hour showing Mrs Murphy how to use the
remote control , including
the picture in picture and the teletext
. Mrs
Murphy was well pleased . So
pleased in fact that she forgot to feed them
not that they were hungry . June
and Patrick left Michael and Mrs Murphy
watching the afternoon edition of Dallas .
"What are we going
to do about the wedding , "
wondered June
as they drove to Harbourne .
"Well Mark has started on the cake already , I was going to tell you
, but
how are we going to make everybody invisible for the wedding ?
" mused
Patrick .
They were still trying to think of
a solution when Patrick pulled up at
June's Harbourne home
. So waving her goodbye he promised
he'd work
something out , they'd have a proper wedding after all .
"So you see Amjit ,
her mother wants to hide the fact that she is
pregnant , then
she'll lie to all her posh
friends and say it was a
whirlwind romance and a premature baby , " explained Patrick with a
sigh .
"But I've booked Nangit Tangit already , he does wedding videos ,
man this
is just not happening , " said Amjit .
"Exactly , SHE doesn't want it to happen , thanks for the video
though , "
said Patrick sighing again .
"Look you go and talk to Big
Sid , he'll think of something
, besides
Jaswinder is looking forward to being a bridesmaid , so we've got to have
a proper wedding for you , "
said Amjit looking at Jaswinder who was busy
talking to Patrick the teddy bear .
Patrick crossed the road
to Big Sid's , he hoped Sid would come
up with something .
"She's ashamed of the gift of life , of babies , " Sid pointed
to his wall
of baby photos , he could not understand it .
"My mother said that , " said Patrick looking at all the baby
photos .
"So what are we going to do ? " pondered Big Sid .
"Make the guests invisible I suppose , " mumbled Patrick .
"Ok , we'll make them invisible if that's what's called for , I'll
talk to
Frank , don't
wory lad , it'll be ok , " Big Sid squeezed
Patrick's
shoulder .
"When you work something out you will tell me ? " said Patrick
standing in
the doorway .
"No , I'll tell you nothing , that way that mother-in-law cann't
blame you
for whatever happens , " said Big Sid with a wink .
Patrick smiled weakly , he just hoped Big Sid would come up with a plan .
"Fancy being ashamed of the gift of life , " mumbled Big Sid shaking his
head before cutting the trotters from a pig .
Another person who was
planning for all he was worth was Percy
.
He had loaded a program onto
Andy's Atari 1040 , he was working
out how
many votes Mr Stone could rely on .
To date he had 7145 votes .
Len had
been as good
as his word . Mr Stone was taken first
to Len's meat
warehouse , here he met 100 workers . As ever Mr Stone told them
that
after two years they could sling him out , the General Election was then
.
After winning their support Len had personally driven Mr Stone
around the
area to all the butchers shops ,there Mr Stone had given a little speech
.
Len was proud of him , though at Percy's request Len said a word
of his
own at the end . He told everybody to tell any canvassers from
the main
parties that they were voting for them . The reason was that when Mr
Stone
won they wanted it to be a shock ,
to be a knockout . The word knockout
brought laughter , as all the
butchers had a poster of Mr Stone
knocking
the block off Mr Albert Pratt O.B.E.
. The shoppers would do as Len asked
though , let the main parties
think they had the votes in the bag , then
on By Election Day watch the
tv. It would be great seeing Sir
Robin Day
looking shocked , Peter Snow of Newsnight would be made to
look a
fool
too , there was logic behind all
this though . Westminster would sit up
and listen to the M.P.
from Old Forge and Singing
Anvil , the
Black
Country was no pussy cat
constituency , it had a lion for an M.P.
and he
would roar and roar and roar on their behalf . There was a tingle down
the
spine of the shoppers's spines as they heard Len quote Percy's words
, or
words Percy had borrowed from Shakespeare .
Percy had also spoke to Wayne , let the uncles come to the
Trader and let the uncles bring their friends . Then from the Trader the
message would ripple outwards
, let the anvil be beat , let
the anvil
begin to sound , let the anvil begin to resound , let the anvil sing .
Let
Mr Stone be the M.P.
for Old Forge and Singing Anvil .
Percy wrote a
speech on the Atari then gave it
to Mr Stone telling him to learn it by
heart , a copy of the speech was
sent to Beacon and WABC . Then Mr Stone
delivered the speech , WABC decided to come along and record it ,
secretly
the man in the news room was
rooting for Mr Stone , he was a
boxing fan
after all .
"I am but an
ordinary man , I am one of you born and
bred , I
am not descended from a noble family .
I am descended from the wrong side
of the blanket , but I am not
ashamed , I am a proud man , I am a happy
man . To
be selected when I thought I
didn't have a chance is but a
miracle , and if I actually get elected what greater miracle that will
be.
I have met butchers , bakers and undertakers and Real Ale drinkers ,
though we are different we have one thing in common . We love our patch ,
we love our home , we love Old
Forge and Singing Anvil . What more can
I
say just take a chance on me , as
the old Abba song says , Mr Frederick
Chance stood aside and gave me his blessing . Now I am asking you
for
your's . If I prove to be no good then in two years you can throw me out
,
you can even call me bastard as Mr Albert Pratt O.B.E. did . I am of
the
people and for the people , I am
but an ordinary man who likes his Banks
Bitter and pork scratchings . For me M.P. means My People not as some
hope
secretly for My Peerage , "
finishing his short speech Mr Stone picked up
his pint of
Banks Bitter and downed it in one ,
speech giving was a
thirsty business .
Betty and Annie jumped to
their feet and did cartwheels , they'd
vote for him if they were old enough ,
and the uncles would too , that's
if they didn't want the girls to slap their faces
. The
WABC reporter
smiled , he felt a tingle down his spine , there was History in the
making
to be sure . Mr Stone stood up and acknowledged the
applause , he also
pointed out that though the feelings were his it would be dishonest if he
didn't explain that the speech was Percy Frost's the undertaker .
When the speech was
broadcast the main parties wondered who
the
hell was this undertaker , was it a code name for a top speech
writer ,
had Jeffory Archer defected to the
Liberals and was he writing speeches
for them . They
were relieved in fact when they discovered
that Percy
Frost really was an undertaker ,
besides their canvassing had showed that
the Liberal vote was rubbish to put it plainly .
It was in the middle of
this election campaign that George and
Brownie decided to marry ,
George's mourning days were over .
They were
having a quiet
cuppa in Mark's cafe , only
they kissed in
public .
Everybody looked , Brownie showed everybody her ring .
"Well I am married to him you know , he's got the right to have his
wicked
way now , " she said with a wink .
"We didn't want any fuss at our age , it wasn't a snub , " said
George .
The lorry drivers all applauded , George and Brownie had made friends
with
all the continentals , so when
they had no local gossip there was
always
news from abroad . So now news of
George and Brownie's secret wedding and
public kissing would reach the far corners of Europe . The drivers ran to
their lorries and
came back with
guitars and weird
and wonderful
instruments . George and Brownie
were serenaded with songs
from ten
countries .
It was while all this was
going on that Mr Stone and the Beacon
and WABC radio reporter came in for a refreshing cuppa . The reporter had
been there when Mr Stone had sent Albert Pratt O.B.E. flying , now he had
been assigned to stay with him till the end . So Mr Stone bought a tea
for
himself and one for William his shadow .
"What's going on here then ? " asked Mr Stone .
"George and Brownie got married ,
so the drivers are serenading them ,
"
explained Mark .
"Really you should go to Paris , it is the place for lovers , "
said Henri
who lived just outside Paris .
"No you should go to the eternal city , Rome , that is the place , " said
Pietro .
"No , Paris is the place , come and stay with me , " said Henri
.
"No , come to Rome , stay with me , " interrupted Pietro .
"We're a bit old for galivanting about , though both are nice judging by
all the photos we've seen , " said Brownie .
Mr Stone listened , tears began to
form in his eye , he reached into his
inside pocket .
"Look , get on a plane and go
to both , your friends' families will
meet
you at the airport , they'll show you a good time , " urged Mr Stone
as he
handed them a blank cheque .
"But we cann't take that , we hardly know you , " said Mrs
Brown .
"Look my ancester took the pantry maid on the Grand Tour , it was in
Rome
and in Paris that , well it was
there that , look I wouldn't be here now
but for Paris and Rome , just go ,
" Mr Stone was embarrassed
but he
really did want them to go .
"Look you go , my family will meet you in Paris . "
"And then my family will meet you in Rome . "
"Look please , I owe it to
Percy and this street , I really am enjoying
this electioneering , please just
go , " Mr Stone blew his nose , the
soft side of his nature had really come out lately .
"Ok , we'll go but we'll be back in time to vote for you
, " blurted out
Brownie .
"Look I don't give a damn who you vote for , bugger the election , just
enjoy yourself , I'm enjoying myself thanks to Percy , " sighed Mr
Stone.
The lorry drivers all cheered
, Mr Stone smiled , and sipped his
tea .
William smiled too , he had it all down on his tape recorder
, nobody
would believe it that somebody running for election would say
,"bugger the
election" , but he had it down on tape .
That night Beacon and
WABC broadcast William's recording from
the cafe , ordinary folk in the
Black Country thought it was a con , but
when they heard Mr Stone's sniffles and the
"bugger the election" they
knew he was for real . A hard punching man with a heart of gold , and
just
who was this Percy ,
that was twice his name had come up
. The other
parties demanded shadows for their candidates , WABC and Beacon were only
too happy to oblige .
That night Percy and Mr
Stone conferred with Mr Frederick Chance
in Percy's office .
"Well looking at the old scoreboard on Andy's Atari I'd say we
have 17476
votes so far , " said Percy tapping out on the keyboard .
"But that's four times our vote from last time , are you sure ? " asked
Mr Chance .
"These figures are accurate
, Len took head counts when Mr
Stone went
arround the butchers , Patrick took a head count too when he took Mr
Stone
arround the bakeries . " said Percy tapping the keyboard .
"Do you think we really have a chance ? " there was a look of
disbelief in
Mr Chance's eye .
"Well with two and a half weeks to go and thanks to
William , I'd
say
we'll win , but it may be close , " Percy spoke matter of factly .
"God , I need a drink , " said Mr Chance wiping his brow .
Percy reached for the cut glass decanter , they all had a large glass of
Wayne's special reserve . They were glowing from the whisky when the
phone
rang , duty called .
"I've got to go out to work now , " said Percy as he headed for
the door .
"I'll come with you , its the
least I can do , " said Mr Stone
finishing
his whisky and following Percy out the door .
Mr Frederick Chance looked at the
computer screen , this was great , a
Liberal would win for the first
time in sixty years , and nobody
would
know till it was all announced . He decided to have another drink , God
it
was great stuff , he'd once had something like it during the
War in the
Red Cow pub in Smethwick .
Outside William followed
Percy and Mr Stone , he had wanted to be
a Policeman but being a reporter was just as much fun . At the rest
home
Percy and Mr Stone took charge of a body , it was old Bridie , at 87 her
innings were over . Her father had
got a pantry maid pregnant and so was
banished to fight the Boers , when he returned home he had married
another
girl , who was a pantry maid too ,
Bridie in her turn had become a pantry
maid . She had held Mr Stone's
hand only the other day while she
had
recounted stories about her father and the Boers , now she was dead . It
was a shock to Mr Stone , he was
crying as he carried her body out of the
rest home . He would not do any
electioneering tomorrow , he would go to
her funeral .
All this was observed
and reported by William . The
headline
news the next day on Beacon and WABC said Mr Stone was attending a
funeral
and would not electioneer that day .
William interviewed the residents of
the rest home , they told him how Mr Stone had held her hand for half an
hour only days earlier . So that
was why he was so shocked , Percy quoted
his father to Mr Stone , about the dead being the same as the living only
the laughter has left them and so on .
The other parties now
started to get worried , just who was this
Percy was he the smartest political mover of all time or what . WABC even
broadcast Percy's quote about the dead ,
people rang in to ask could they
have a copy . Though the unkind
types in the main parties suggested that
it was stolen from some famous piece of writing and not a genuine quote .
Yet their canvassing returns said they were doing good , yet common sense
said this Percy had stirred up a hornets nest and they would
be stung
on election day .
So Mr Stone went to the
funeral of a former pantry maid , a lady
whose hand he had held only days before , it was ironic that the
dead
should have such an effect on the living , yet Mr Stone
was much the
better man for it all . Percy knew
this as he listened to Mozart while he
screwed the lid on the lady's coffin .
Percy's code of honour was rubbing
off on Mr Stone , Percy was proud
of Mr Stone , it was almost like having
an apprentice undertaker under his wing .
The main parties rushed arround
with their loudspeaker vans while Mr Stone and Percy quietly
honoured the
dead .
Patrick's wedding was now
only days away , he hadn't a clue how
he'd spirit hundreds of people
into the church , Smiling Paul had joked
about having a hundred coffins , the guests could jump out of them like
vampires . This idea did not do down very well , there always seemed to
be
a hard edge , an unkind edge to
Smiling Paul and his jokes , so sulking
Smiling Paul went back to his bookies .
It was while Roger was in
The Trader talking about the next play
he was going to be in that Big Sid had the solution . The play was
going
to be Helen of Troy , the Trojan Horse and so on . Big Sid Jumped up and
patted Roger on the back , Roger nearly choked just as Ken nearly had
that
time in the butchers shop . So leaving Roseanne , the traffic warden
who'd
nearly booked Patrick outside T.C.
Hayes to come to Roger's aid , Big Sid
ran outside .
"Frank I've got it ,
I've got it , " shouted Big
Sid as
he
charged up the street like a mad bull elephant .
"Out with it then , " demanded Frank .
"The Trojan horse , that's
the answer , Roger thought of it
really ,
"
explained Big Sid .
Frank scratched his head ,
he'd been in the Black
Country ever since
leaving Prisoner Of War camp , but sometimes English still confused him .
"We hide everybody in our vans ,
in my van , in your big
removal thingy
and so on , we can get Roger to pretend he's booking the lot so they'll
be
no suspicion . Mrs Kemp won't work
it out till its too late , "
Big Sid
was beaming .
"That's a great idea , but have we got enough vans , they'll be
a few
hundred people there after all , " wondered Frank .
Big Sid looked deflated for a second , then his whole face lit up , he
had
it Ureka , only he didn't run around naked
as Archemedees did when
he'd discovered his solution all those years ago back in Greece .
"But there's always Len , I'm
sure he'll lend a hand , I'll go phone
him
right away , " with that a smiling Big Sid skipped away as happy as
a sand
boy .
Frank shook his head , his wife
was from the Black Country , an English
Rose , his
children talked in Black Country accents but sometimes
the
people were confusing . Scratching
his head he went back to his furniture
shop .
Len laughed when he heard
Big Sid's idea , of course he'd help ,
besides he was invited to the wedding too .He'd send a few lorries along
,
he'd have to remember to turn the refridgeration down though ,
otherwise
they'd have frozen guests on their hands .
The day of the wedding came , Patrick rung June ,
June was
wearing white at her mother's insistance .
"Just tell your dad to hold your mother's arm tight , as if he's
having an
arm wrestling match , " explained Patrick .
"What's going to happen ? " asked June .
"I haven't a clue , all Big
Sid said was that it'd be the happiest day of
Rodger's life , then he laughed his head off , " continued Patrick .
"The happiest day of HIS life , that sounds strange . Ok , I'll tell
dad ,
by the way I love you , " said June .
"I love you too , and I'll say it before hundreds of
witnesses in less
than an hour , " said Patrick before he hung up the phone .
June just hoped that her
father had a strong grip . Mrs Kemp
drove herself to the church , June
would follow on with her father in his
car , tradition had to be adheered too after all , the bride arriving
late
and so on , even if only a handful
were going to be at the wedding . When
Mrs Kemp arrived at the church she
was startled to see a traffic jam of
sorts , vans and lorries were
parked all over the place . The
traffic
warden and his assistant were handing out tickets left right and centre ,
there were even aguements and fists being shaken .
Mrs Kemp went inside the
church , all was quiet , her footsteps
echoed around the empty church ,
the lights hadn't even been switched
on
yet . A cleaning lady was wiping
the floor at the front , or so it seemed
for in fact it was Peter from
Peter's Plaice , he was the lookout . He
watched as she sat down , then creeping away he went into the Parish
House , once inside he threw off
his disguise and ran around to the front
of the church .
"The coast is clear , the
coast is clear ! Everybody in position
, " he
yelled .
With that the lorries and vans opened up to disgourge
their cargo of
people . As for the parking tickets ,
if Mrs Kemp had examined them she
would have seen that they said
"Admit Wedding Party to Troy" ,
yes this
really was the happiest day of Roger's life .
Patrick arrived with his mother in Michael's taxi
, he went
inside the church to whispered
cheers . Minutes later June and Mr
Kemp
arrived in Percy's Rolls Royce , to more whispered cheers June and Mr
Kemp
walked arm in arm up the isle .
The cheese was now in the trap , Mrs Kemp
had not smelt a rat , for she was the rat and now the trap was sprung .
Just as June and Mr Kemp reached the top of the church the lights came on
and the Fr.Shaw came out like a greyhound out of a trap . People rushed
in
from the back
and from the Parish House ,
people emerged from
the
confessionals and from the side altars ,and yet more descended the steps
from the choir loft . Jumping up like
targets in an
archade The
Penticostal Choir began to sing ,
"Oh Happy Day" was the song .
The damn
had burst and the church had filled , Nangit Tangit who had filmed all
the
fun before the wedding proper was
at the priests heels , witnesses
and
video too , yes a quiet wedding just what Mrs Kemp wanted !
Mr Kemp clung onto his
wife with all his might , but he need not
have bothered, how
could she run out on her only
child's wedding ,
especially in front of all these
witnesses . So June was married , she
shared the happiest day of her life with Roger , Roger had really enjoyed
himself , it was his greatest part
ever . Wiston's mum led the choir who
sung like angels , but once the wedding was over they had to dash to
their
coach , they were on their way to
London for a competition , the wedding
was but a warm up .
Mr Stone sneaked in the
back of the church and sat down next to
Percy , a funeral one day , a
wedding the next , what a roller coaster of
emotions . No wonder Percy was a
poet . Percy had insisted that Mr Stone
come to the wedding , all work and
no play makes Jack a dull boy was what
he'd said . William stood recording everything , the bride and groom
would
like a recording no doubt about that .
The Wedding Mass over Patrick and
Mrs Murphy too walked down the aisle ,
Big Sid and Len were crying as if
it were there only son who'd married .
Mrs Murphy cried too , if only her
Con were there , but he'd be
watching in heaven , and so he was with Joan
Derby and Mozart at his side , old Bartok was sulking in a corner as
usual , Mozart had composed a
special Wedding March , the souls
of Joan
Derby and Con Murphy were dancing to it .
The Wedding Reception was split between
Mark's cafe and
the
Trader , close family and friends ate in Mark's , the rest at the Trader
.
Once the sit down stage was
finished at Mark's everybody paraded
up the
road to the
Trader , traffic stopped to see
the fun
, it was
like
something the French or the
Italians would do . Patrick didn't want
to
upset Mark's feelings so at his mother's urgings Patrick
had split the
reception , though only for an
hour . The remaining food was also carried
up the road from Mark's to the Trader , the whole
situation reminding
Percy of Hogarth's painting "The Chairing Of a Member" . Mr Stone laughed
loud when Percy explained , so did William from beneath his headphones .
Drunkeness of the kind
Mozart would have been proud began , it
was a wedding after all . Big Sid took it upon himself to spike
everything
Mrs Kemp drank ,
he'd already spiked her tea at Mark's cafe .
Now he
spiked her champagne , with what , what else but Wayne's Special Reserve
.
Mrs Kemp had to visit the ladies
as she began to feel unwell . When she
returned she was pulling a face ,
to hide her face , and why ? Well she'd
managed to lose her false teeth down the ladies toilet .
"What's the matter mom , aren't you enjoying yourself ? " asked
June .
"Yes , yes , " mumbled Mrs Kemp .
"You sound the same way my mother does when she's lost her false
teeth , "
observed Patrick , striking the nail on the head .
Mrs Kemp would have said
"Beam me up , Scottie " if she
was a Star Trek
fan , as she wasn't she just frowned .
"What's the matter with your mom , why's she pulling a face , she
looks as
if she's lost her false teeth , " observed Big Sid offering
Mrs Kemp
another glass of champagne topped up with 40 year old whisky .
"That's because she has ,
" said June who was going to frown but decided
to laugh seeing as she was Mrs Murphy too now .
"Say no more , " said
Big Sid thrusting the glass at Mrs Kemp , splashing
some down her cleavage .
Big Sid then pretended to
be a plumber , by rushing headlong into
the ladies loos , a chorus of
screams rung out . Big Sid was undaunted
,
working his way through the cubicals he put his hands down each one till
he found the missing teeth . With
screams still ringing in his ears from
the shocked ladies in the loo Big
Sid emerged triumphant , holding
Mrs
Kemp's teeth aloft . Now everybody knew , Nangit Tangit even filmed it
for
for posterity ,
if only Mrs Kemp could have been
beamed up onto
the
Starship Enterprise , but that
wasn't possible . Perhaps the earth
would
swallow her up instead , but that
didn't happen either . Big Sid strode
towards her and grabbing her hands put her dripping teeth in them .
"Here , just rinse them out in this jug of Domestos
, they'll be ok to
wear then , " ordered Mrs
Murphy the first , holding out a jug
of water
and Domestos , adding to Mrs Kemp's embarrassment .
Mrs Kemp knocked back her glass of
spiked champagne then did as she was
told . After rinsing out the teeth she slipped them
back into her mouth
trying not to be noticed in front of all the people . Her teeth tasted
odd
but after all
the spiked drinks she'd had she
would have drunk
neat
Domestos if asked to .
"Bravo , bravo , " yelled Big Sid before grabbing Mrs
Kemp so that they
could race around the dance floor .
Dancing with Big Sid for Mrs Kemp was like being asked to ride bare back
,
but at least she now knew how
embarrassed Lady Godiva felt when she
went
for a ride , perhaps the horse was called Sid .
The reception was a great
success , Percy slipped out to pick up
a deceased , Mr Stone followed
like a shadow , as did William the radio
shadow . Half an hour later the
unlikely trio returned all smiles , there
is great companionship amongst the fellowship of the carriers of the dead
to give the undertaking game its ancient title . Mr Stone had decided
that
he liked this William , he'd tip William off in future if there
was any
political newns to be had , it'd
help him out at the start of his career
after all .
The time had come for
Patrick and June to take their
leave ,
though in their case it meant crossing the road so that Patrick
could
carry June up the fire escape to the flat above the bakery . But first
the
bouquet had to be thrown .
"Ok , girls I'll count to
three then I'm throwing it . One , two ,
three
and away it goes , " said June .
The unmarried women in the group lurched forward , this was
their big
chance . The bouquet flew threw
the air , over the outstreched arms , it
seemed to be guided by magic . It
hit Roger in the chest and bounced into
the arms of Roseanne . Roger
gulped , Roseanne blushed yet she was
happy
perhaps he'd ask her out again now
, on impulse she kissed him ,
she'd
have to wait forever for him to kiss her . Another pair of eyes had been
watching the bouquet from afar , there was a flash of fur then he was
away
the bouquet in his teeth . Hairy Amjit ran off down the street the
bouquet
between his teeth .
"He's off to see his girl no doubt , " laughed Patrick .
"You mean some old bitch , " snapped Mrs Murphy .
"I couldn't have said it better myself ," laughed June or Mrs
Murphy too .
So Patrick carried June
up the fire escape to the flat , cheers
and wolf whistles filled the night air by way of encouragement . Once
inside he placed her softly on the double bed , he didn't want to take a
chance with the super glue on this
his wedding night . It was then that
Patrick made the biggest mistake of his wedded life , he straightened his
back too quickly .
"Agh , agh , agh , agh my back , " he moaned as he slumped to
the floor .
"So you're not going to sleep with me on my wedding
night ,
" laughed
June.
"It's a Murphy tradition , my mother slept with her sister and my
dad with
his brother the first night . Agh agh agh my back , " moaned Patrick
.
June was going to say something
when she realised Patrick really
was in
pain , so rolling over she peeked down at him from the edge of the bed .
"You really hurt yourself ? " concern and laughter growing in
her voice .
"Yes , yes , agh my back , " moaned Patrick .
June lay back on the bed and
laughter , it could only happen Patrick
.
She'd have some fun at his expense ,
so getting up she first did a cancan
then a slow and lingering strip tease , stopping to laugh as she did it .
"I really hate you , I really
hate you , agh my back , " moaned Patrick
from his position flat out on the floor .
"This is really funny , " said June disolving into laughter
and holding
the bed to stop herself collapsing in a heap on top of Patrick .
"I'm reduced to being a Peeping Tom on my own Wedding Night , agh my back
, agh my back , " moan Patrick .
June laughted all the more and continued her routine , Patrick just
closed
his eyes , but being a healthy man he opened them in seconds .
"I do hope you're enjoying yourself , " said Patrick gritting
his teeth in
pain .
June reached the finale ,
Patrick's mouth gaped open . June
then sat on
Patrick's chest .
"You're completely in my power now , " smirked June .
"Agh my back , " moaned Patrick .
June bent down and kissed Patrick , there was laughter in her
eyes ,
Patrick was so helpless , she just had to love him , here and
now she
loved him more than ever .
"Agh my back , " moaned Patrick .
June extracted a promise from Patrick now , she might never have the
upper
hand again , so she got the promise from him .
"Promise me one thing , " she arched her eyebrows and gave him
a lingering
kiss .
Patrick enjoyed the kiss for a moment , then his own
worries got the
better of him .
"Agh my back , agh my back
, I'll promise you anything just get off
me ,
you are killing me , " screamed Patrick .
June rolled off Patrick .
"Promise me that
you'll buy your mother a video so she
can watch the
wedding on it , " demanded June .
"Of course I will , is that
all ? " sighed Patrick the pain
leaving his
back now .
"For now , " said June , before starting to tickle Patrick .
"Stop it , stop it , or I'll wet myself , " screamed Patrick before the
pain in his back made him scream , "agh my back " again .
So June got into bed and spent her wedding night
without her husband ,
though he was only three feet away , on the floor .
Morning came and June slid out of bed straight onto
Patrick's
stomach .
"Agh my stomach , " moaned Patrick .
June just laughted , " so its spread from your back then ? "
"I really hate you , " said Patrick pulling a face .
With June's help he got to his feet , then with a lot of prompting
Patrick
tried to touch his toes , if he
reached down low then came slowly back
up again it might put his back right .
"Agh , agh agh , its worked , " screamed Patrick .
There was a hoot outside , it was Michael in his taxi , so with a mad
rush
the pair left for the airport and Greece . Patrick rubbed his back
non
stop as Michael drove , Michael
could see him in his rear view mirror ,
June just laughed , Michael would have some gossip for the street .
The election campaign
, or beauty contest as some would call
it
went on apace , Percy's tactics
worked a treat . Mr Frederick
Chance in
his capacity as a Baptist lay preacher went around the churches preaching
and praying , though he had to be
even handed nobody had any doubts as to
who he wanted as the next M.P. for Old Forge and Singing Anvil . Mr
Chance
had seen how Percy's values had rubbed off on Mr
Stone ,
this rolling
stone had gathered moss in the
form of Percy's values , Mr Chance could
see this for himself . So Mr
Chance preached for all he was worth , if Mr
Stone proved to be no good then Mr Chance could preach fire and brimstone
too , if needs be .
The BBC and ITV let the
local network deal with the election ,
the big guns were saved for down
South in a safe Government seat
which
also had a By-Election . The minute swing this way and that
would be
analysed to prove just how badly the government were doing . Old Forge
and
Singing Anvil was an also ran as far as the tv people were concerned .
So election morning
dawned , George and Brownie hurried
through
customs at Birmingham airport
, to their surprise Mr Stone himself
was
there to greet them .
"Well you did say you'd vote
for me , " he said as he held his
car door
open for them .
"Shouldn't you be
rounding up the lost sheep or
something ? "
asked
Brownie .
"People are sick of it now
, so I'm having the day off . They'll
be a
private party at The Trader
tonight once the result is announced you
are
both invited of course , "
explained Mr Stone as he drove off ,
followed
by William his radio shadow .
Percy and
the Federation of Undertakers
and Embalmers had
arranged for cars , not hearses , to pick up people from the rest homes
in
the area . Those with transport who wanted to do the
same were given a
printout of who ,
when and where to pick up other housebound people
.
Andy's Atari now holding a database of those needing transport
to the
polls , young James the son of Len was allowed to watch the proceedings
to
help him with
his computer studies . Everything
was going to plan .
Smiling Paul came along to sneak a look at the forcast , then like a
snake
he slid away and rushed to William Hills in Hurst
Street Birmingham to
make a bet . He was smiling , if he was within one hundred votes he'd be
a
very rich and happy man .
In the afternoon Percy called Mr Stone and Mr
Chance to his
office , he had the result ready , seven hours before the polls shut .
"Well me and
Andy and young James have entered
all the figures
,
accounting for the sick and those on holiday who forgot to
get a
proxy
vote , " Percy paused .
Mr Chance clutched his Bible and closed his eyes , for fourty years he'd
been humbled , now thank the Lord his time had come . The
Lord had
passed the challenge to a younger man .
The stone which the Liberals had
nearly rejected would become the corner stone , Mr Stone was the man
.
"The Liberals will win by 2500 votes , they will have 32150 votes ,
Labour
will be second with just under
30000 votes , the margin of error
is 100
votes , if our research is correct , " Percy looked around the room .
Mr Frederick Chance was crying , the local Liberals were stunned , if
this
were true they'd be staying out late tonight to get
drunk ,
and their
wives could go to Hell .
"Let's have a drink , " said Percy passing around the whisky .
"To Mr Stone , Member of
Parliament for Old Forge and Singing Anvil
, "
said Percy before downing his drink .
"Can I broadcast this ? " asked William the radio shadow .
"Only after the polls shut
and just before the official
announcement is
made , the other parties won't
believe it , then the official result will
knock them for six , " said Mr Chance through tear stained eyes .
"Now Andy ,get in our most
reliable hearse , to London you
must go
,
deliver this into the hands of the
leader of the Liberals , nobody else
must see it , " said Percy sounding like a general as he put the
result in
an envelope .
"But what if the car breaks down ? " asked Andy .
"I'll go with him in my van , " said Patrick who was standing
at the back.
"I'll go too , " said Sid , " Len will takeover in my
butchers . "
So it was that the good news was brought , not from Aix to Ghent , but
from Old Forge and Singing Anvil to London and Parliament . The butcher ,
the baker and the undertaker in convoy raced down to London , they
would
return in time for the party at the Trader .
The stage was set , and a stage it would be , for
Percy had
decided there would be iceing on the cake , pure sweet iceing . Mr
Stone
spent Polling Day driving people
to the polls in one of Percy's funeral
cars , William the radio shadow
lending a steadying hand as the old and
the ancient from the rest homes as they climbed into the funeral car ,
for
some the next funeral car they'd be in
would be the hearse itself .
Down to
London raced Andy , Patrick
and Big
Sid . Sergeant
Mulholland joined them for the first few miles giving them
a flashing
escort . Then he waved them
goodbye and turned off the motorway . Just as
the Sergeant was turning off the
motorway patrol was passing by , using
their initiative they took up the escort , besides they wanted to get
back
to base before the canteen closed , the trio of
butcher , baker
and
undertaker could follow in their wake .
So it was that the good news from
Old Forge and Singing Anvil to
London and Parliament had a police
escort
all the way ; other police forces took up the escort duties as each
escort
car stopped at the end of their area .
In London
Andy , Patrick and Big Sid
gained two motor
cycle
outriders , they were on their way to meet the Prime Minister's car ,
Andy
just happened to tuck in behind them and glided all the way to
Parliament.
"We have a letter for the leader of the Liberal Party , "
boomed Big Sid .
"Yes , its for him alone , he is expecting us , " added Patrick
.
"Here it is , " said
Andy holding the letter aloft .
The armed police on guard outside Westminister scratched their heads
, a
butcher , a baker and an
undertaker with police escort , wanting to speak
to the Liberal leader . That was a first for sure . The Prime
Misister
came out and was about to get in his car when he spotted the trio from
the
street .
"Can I help you ? " he asked from behind his glasses .
"We want the Leader of the Liberals , mate ,
" said Andy not recognising
who he was talking to .
"Sorry I cann't help you ,
I'm with the other lot , but I'll see if I can
find him for you ,
" said the Prime Minister who went back inside
the
Palace of Westminister .
A few minutes later the Prime Minister emerged with
the Leader of the
Liberals .
"Well I must be going now ,
nice to have met you , bye "
said the Prime
Minister as he got into his car .
"He's a nice man , so helpful , was he some kind of bank manager ,
" asked
Andy .
"Well you could say that ,
he's in charge of the Bank Of England and one
or two other things , " explained the leader of the Liberals with a
smile.
"I have been sent with this , " Andy held the envelope aloft .
"The result of the Old Forge
and Singing Anvil election , " smiled
the
leader of the Liberals .
"Yes , and Percy says he's
sorry that the margin of error is 100 , but Mr
Stone will be joining you down here , that's for sure . " explained
Andy .
"You must be hungry , come on in we'll eat and have a pint or two ,
" said
the leader of
the Liberals as
he led them
inside the Palace
of
Westminister .
"I hope you've got Bank's Bitter
in here , or Mr Stone won't like
this
place much , " warned Big Sid .
So the
trio had a well deserved meal
, the leader
of the
Liberals paid too . After the meal
the trio said their goodbyes , Big Sid
handed two bottles of Wayne's Special Reserve to the Liberal leader .
"When Sir Robin Day and Peter Snow get the shock of their lives
give them
a little of this , save the second bottle for yourself if you
like ,
"
said Big Sid as he handed over the bottles .
With that they set off for the
Black Country , they didn't want to miss
the party , they had to vote too in all the excitement they'd forgotten .
Smiling Paul was excited
too , he stood to win half a million if
Percy's forcast was correct , he'd be rich beyond the dreams of avarice .
Smiling Paul hadn't
worked out what he'd spend the
money on , he'd
probably have his winnings in cash and spend a day counting
it knowing
him , then he'd hide it under the floor boards . Though he had decided
one
thing already , he'd go to
Chinatown in Birmingham's Hurst Street area to
have a celebration meal with his new friends .
Big Sid ,
Patrick and Andy arrived back just before the
polls
closed , so dashing in they put their cross by Mr
Stone's name . Percy
called a final meeting in his
study , the iceing on the cake had to be
prepared after all .
Back in London the leader of the Liberals was smiling
like a
Cheshire cat , Sir Robin Day gave
him sidelong glances , something was in
the wind but what was it . The leader of the Liberals had resealed
Percy's
envelope and handed it to Sir Robin just before they went on air , it was
as if the result of a beauty contest had already been decided . Sir Robin
had once stood for Parliament as a Liberal himself before he went on to
be
the biggest and best political interviewer Britain had ever known , so he
knew a Cheshire cat when he saw one !
Peter Snow spoke of
swings to the left and swings to the
right
as he prowled in front of his charts in his brown suede shoes , as for
the
result in Old Forge and Singing Anvil that was a forgone conclusion
, and
an irrelevance compared
to the spoils in the South
, though nobody
actually said that . And still the leader of the Liberals smiled
like a
Cheshire cat ,
Sir Robin would have loved to
know what was
in the
envelope in his pocket , he must
have felt like Gollum in The Lord of The
Rings , the envelope was calling to him , it was teasing him , it was
torturing him .
Back in the Old Forge
and Singing Anvil Council House the count
had begun , the various Party spokesmen had made their predictions . It
was
Mr Frederick's Chance's turn to give an opinion .
"The Moneychangers will be
chased out of the Temple , we shall
take off
our shoes and shake the dust from them ,
the veil of The Temple shall be
rent from top to bottom , after death is life , "
he smiled winking
straight into the camera .
In the Trader a cheer went up , in
The Red Cow a cheer went up , in the
Blue Gates a cheer went up , in the Punchbag a cheer went up ,
in the
Waterworks a cheer went up , in
The Bell and Pump a cheer went up , all
over the constituency of Old Forge and Singing Anvil cheers went up in
all
the pubs and clubs . Even in the
Bell in Harbourne a cheer went up , Mr
Kemp was in on the secret so he'd escaped his wife for the evening .
Back in London still the leader of the Liberals
smiled like a
Cheshire cat ,
Sir Robin was allowed to look at
the contents of the
envelope so long
as he said nothing for a while .
Sir Robin did
not
believe what he'd
just read so
he kept mum
. The other
party
representatives demanded to know
what the big secret was , so they
too
were allowed to read Percy's forcast .
"And where exactly did you get this information
from ,
" laughed the
Labour man tossing the forcast back at the leader of the Liberals .
"Let's say a butcher , a
baker and an undertaker told me , or
rather an
undertaker's son , " smiled back the leader of the Liberals
now looking
more like a Cheshire cat than a Cheshire cat .
"Come , come , I know we are politicians but lets have a straight
answer
for once , " demanded the Tory spokesman .
"Well if you don't believe me ,
then ask the Prime Minister , it
was him
who personally brought me the
message , " the Liberal leader had
just
drunk the cream judging from the look on his face .
Peter
Snow with more news of his
swings ,
he was like
an
overgrown kid displaying the tricks he could perform on his home
computer,
interrupted the politicians as he
danced in front of his charts in his
brown suede shoes . And still the leader of the Liberals
lapped up the
cream .
The result was about to
be announced in Old Forge and Singing
Anvil , Mr Stone winked at William .
"Hello just before the result is announced I'd like to announce
a special
forcast produced this morning by Mr Percy Frost the
undertaker . The
Liberals will win by 2500 votes with a total of 32150 , " said
William all
in one breath to the listeners of Beacon and WABC .
"There is a local
radio report that the Liberals have won
, it
must be wishful thinking , "
gushed Peter Snow dismissing the information
handed to him on a piece of paper .
"That's about right , isn't it Sir Robin , " smiled a Cheshire cat who
bore a striking resemblance to the leader of the Liberals .
Sir Robin grasped Percy'd forcast which was on the desk before him .
"But , but but , just who is this Percy Frost , " stammered Sir
Robin .
The T.V. coverage went live
to the Black Country for the result.
It was true Mr Stone had won by
2399 votes , a Liberal had won the
Old
Forge and Singing Anvil
constituency for the first time in sixty years
.
Mr Frederick Chance went down on his knees and prayed , though it was the
other parties who had been brought to their knees that night .
The other parties were in
a state of shock , the leader of the
Liberals reached down to the floor and picked up both bottles of Wayne's
Special Reserve . Peter Snow
looked as if , he'd been told there
was no
Father Christmas , Sir Robin Day was lost for words for the
first time
ever in his life . The leader of the Liberals just smiled as he poured
out
the whisky . As they all drank there was another look of surprise on
their
faces , where did this whisky come from ?
"Oh , the whisky's from Old Forge and Singing Anvil too , good isn't
it ? "
said the leader of the Liberals looking surprised for the first time that
night .
The tv coverage ended with Peter Snow crying
as he
drank his
whisky ,as for the other parties all they wanted to know
was where the
whisky came from , "bugger the election where's the whisky from
exactly"
was what viewers heard as the studio lights went down .
Cheers rang up all over
the Black Country , now the fat cats down
in London would listen to them
; cheers rang out through the Old Forge
and Singing Anvil Council House as Mr Stone stood before the microphone .
"God I could murder a pint of Banks , " was the first thing he
said .
There was an almighty clash as the doors to the chamber opened , Big
Sid
and Len stood framed in the doorway
, they were wearing blood smattered
butchers aprons and holding the mightiest of meat cleavers . A scream
rang
out , Mr Stone glanced at Percy
. Then there was a blood curdling howl ,
followed by another then another ,
people froze with terror . Then a wolf
appeared , the wolf entered the chamber and looked
around as if looking
for a victim . The wolf howled as the Red Sea parted , the wolf was at
and
through the door , the wolf howled
again and again and again . Dudley Zoo
up the road went crazy , all the animals joined in , they echoed the
howls
coming from Old Forge and Singing Anvil Council house . Nobody knew
what
to do . Then a little Indian Princess appeared , dressed as if attending
a
wedding , she was dressed for her
marriage . It was Jaswinder , the wolf
was no wolf , just hairy Amjit .
"Silly dog , don't
frighten the people , " chided Jaswinder , with that
she kissed the dog .
Together hairy Amjit and Jaswinder went through the crowd to the stage .
Mr Stone reached down and picked her up .
"As I was saying I could murder a pint of Banks , " he paused .
With that Wayne and Patrick
appeared in the doorway carrying a barrel
of
Banks , to cheers led by Len and Big Sid they brought
the barrel to the
podium .
In seconds Wayne had tapped the barrel and handed Mr Stone a frothing
pint .
"Yes , as I was saying , the wolf is at the door for the other parties
now ," he paused as hairy
Amjit began to howl , " no more
will doors be
slammed in the face of the small ,the little , the innocent people . For
you have made me your M.P. and
tonight my door is open and it will always
be that way so long as I am your
M.P. For
being an M.P. means but one
thing , Marriage to a People
, cheers !" with that Mr Stone M.P.
drained
his glass .
Local tv. had continued with live coverage , so throughout the
Black Country a cheer went up as they watched the new M.P. drink his
beer.
People remember the seige of Old
Forge and Singing Anvil , but now
the
undertaker had returned in triumphant , and with him the wolf and
the
Indian Princess to open doors wide ,
never again would doors be
slammed
in people's faces . Leaving the barrel of Banks for the losers
to drown
their sorrows in Mr Stone rode with Percy in triumphant back to the
street
and the Trader .
The last time the Trader saw
such fun was V.E. Day , the beer flowed
like the River Black itself ,
there was another black river that night
,
the river of Guinness which flowed
down people's throats . Smiling Paul
was buying everybody in sight drinks ,
it was as if he'd won the Pools ,
in fact he hadn't , but he'd won two bets on the result of the election .
The next day the news
papers were full of the amazing victory
in
the Black Country , one or two had
a feature on the man behind the scenes
Mr Percy Frost the local
undertaker . He had buried the opposition
for
sure , and his prediction was only 101 votes out , or one if you count
the
margin of error
. If somebody had had a bet on
the result using
his
figures then they'd be a rich man , a very rich man indeed .
But one man did have a bet
, Smiling Paul was his name . He was
now a very rich man . Another man
for whom the election ment so much was
Martin . He'd seen all the theatre , he'd seen Jaswinder and hairy Amjit
.
He just wanted to spit , it made him sick , because of her he'd
been
bitten by that animal , now he was lumbered with a pregnant girlfriend
and
no money . He cursed her , the dog and the street . Such mixed emotions
brought about by a simple election . Who knew what the future would
bring.
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