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Thursday
16th
It was a cold March morning in Soho, I hiked up the collar
further on my trench coat and stepped out of the cold wind
and into the seedy flop house I call my office.
My name is Mo Collins and I'm the editor for the DailyScoop,
a gutter rag useful only for holding tomorrows fish and chips.
Nodding briefly to Cindy my secretary and settling down with
a strong Bovril I stare blankly out the window, deep in thought.
The questions kept pouring out of my mind like the cheap rotgut
I buy regular from Mr Patel’s 7-11 store....
Were the two idiot reporters I hired up for the Job?
Why were they always available at
such short notice?
Where did they get the ridiculous
1950’s style garb and cameras ?
Why was that man outside my
window waving at me with 2
fingers ?
I would have my answers soon
enough, and I knew where to get
them.
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I asked Cindy
to put me through to those pair of shmoes, their names were
Steve Novack and Tony Goode and together they were Novack and
Goode, I had hired them to get the lowdown on all manner of
social functions happening in the fair city of London…
weddings, corporate events, birthdays, works outings, private
parties… there was nothing going down that I didn’t
want to know about!
Their first assignment was to the auditions for Miss UK, I’ve
included one of the pictures they came back with....
Next up, I sent them to Bar Eivissa in Kingston to get coverage
on the happenings there, no real gossip only pictures, although
rumour has it that top magician Noel Qualter was seen busting
some hardcore moves with the pasteboards.
More news to follow....
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