The code

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The Code
In the crypt of st saviours church, with upturned nose, lay the stiff remains of Lady Hayrudge, chainmail bonnet, st georges surplus, perfectly preserved in an airtight plastic case. Mel, Felicity, Bernard, and Kerry, stared in awe at the perfectly preserved face, 'it's Hattie'.
Sir Ian McKellan 'In essence its not very amusing to lift plots, and make them amusing', we walked out onto the pavement, 'Anna', Anna, 'Hello all', Anna Ryder-Richardson in sirius spectacles. I am here with Colin, Eric Idle, and Andy (Kane), you haven't seen them', across the square ignored by most, the voice of Bob Monkhouse, came floating over the crowd, a giant flook, stood behind a raised newspaper stand, a small boy in spectacles on his side with laughter, 'hello mr monkhouse', said felicity, Flook, 'ah ridiculous', a macdonalds cup (magically) appeared on Kerrys nose. I said 'Bob', an eye gazed my way, and he carried on making awful jokes about Babara Windsor, a light blue 6ft balloon, bobbed up and down, its top just peeping at the flook. Winifred dressed as a banana split, with a big badge that read tour guide, said 'neighbours......', Kerry pointed her stick passed through winnies legs, 'hologram'. The London Old Indian Fair. I set off along aside road, a billboard read 'dance of the darkest mole', Winifreds brown eyes, above a costume, comprising little more than furry gorilla sleeves. Blocked steps led down to a door marked HRH, inside, across a darkroom, of circular tables, behind a curved stage, a dark green curtain, with eight brown feet, at the bottom, eight white eyes peered through the middle, 'members only Sir'. Out I strolled, past a small screen, 'a small man, with a remarkable life, guided by an invisible missile, very, very, disturbingly, life like, back to the square.
A pirate captain swaggered and sat on one of the benches. No one crossing the square, was saved from flook's scorn, except the pirate. He'd sent the small boy off to buy him lighter fuel, and was trying to persuade someone to pick a pocket. When a stretch humber pulled into the curb, sirius spectacled Barbara and Mike Reed, climbed out, not holograms, and started a slanging match. Felicity pretended to argue with them, Joana joined her, and flook gave a quick look down, Flook, 'moving on.....'