Chapter Nine...Marriage to a Person, Marriage to a People

Chapter Nine... M.P. Marriage to a Person, Marriage to a People
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The Butcher The Baker and The Undertaker By Michael Casey

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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 ancestors, 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 school kid, 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 requirements, 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 siege 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 forty 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 d£s, 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 spirit. 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 spirit, 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 siege 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. d£s 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,

it’s 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 it’s 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 stampede 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, it’s 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 rid 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 headquarters.

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 referred 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, it’s not

as if it’s 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

doen'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 , it’s

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 it’s last legs for sure.

"How long has the telly been like this? " asked Patrick as he thumped the

set.

"Oh not long, maybe three or four months, it’s been a good set your

father bought it a few years before he died," explained Mrs Murphy.

"Nearly twenty years old, it’s 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.

"Don'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, it’s 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, it’s our best price, it includes £80 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

colleague 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 guarantee 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 worry 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

yours. 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 Jeffery 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 gallivanting 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 can't take that, we hardly know you," said Mrs Brown.

"Look my ancestor 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

around the butchers, Patrick took a head count too when he took Mr Stone

around 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, it’s 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 it’s 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 refrigeration 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 insistence.

"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 adhered 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 arguments and fists being shaken. a

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 disgorge 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 aisle. 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 arcade The

Pentecostal 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. Winston'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.

Drunkenness 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 d£s 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 cubicles 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 it’s ancient title. Mr Stone had decided that

he liked this William, he'd tip William off in future if there was any

political news 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 though the air, over the out stretched 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 and 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 dissolving 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 laughed 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 laughed," so it’s 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, it’s 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 icing on the cake, pure sweet icing. 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, it’s for him alone, he is expecting us," added Patrick.

"Here it is," said Andy holding the letter aloft.

The armed police on guard outside Westminster 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 Minister

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 cnn'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 Westminster.

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 forecast 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 icing 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 sh£s 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 forecast.

"And where exactly did you get this information from , " laughed the

Labour man tossing the forecast 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 let’s 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

forecast 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's forecast 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 newspapers 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 meant 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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well folks I hope you all enjoyed this chapter

The climax is even better and a film producer once took a look at the finale, you will have to read the book to find out for yourselves.