natural interlude 2

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I approached the rostrum. Of course, to be honest my experience, Eddies nudist club. Eddies house split, boys in one, ladies in the other. One, new members first, came across, disrobed, prizes (prettiest, fastest, biggest etc), showered skipped down the path under the cctvs, TFTs, party poppers, tell the truth, in the bungalow clubhouse, rising to the back a poly-tunnel, at the far end, heated, recycling fan, and barbeque. Drapes on the ceiling to save energy. Silence fell, children stared at the stand, nobody saw Melinda Messenger naked on a dune of sherbert. I, ‘Whats the reason for the pheasant, Sid?’, Sid, ‘I am keeping him warm, for the Queens balcony’, ,I, ‘ahh the workers march’, Sid, ‘more on the gate than last year’,I, ‘the clamber of steel, protestation, mandiarge, brilliant, I bet they’ll be a rough lot, good exercise….and nanny the goat’
Sid, ‘the fudge tent’
The pheasant pub to exist in a BIOME. I stood gob-smacked.
Sid ‘It’ll jack up….5 miles to fetch a drink, Christophers standing for the monster raving looneys’. Christopher appeared.
‘Congratulations, Bravo, Sids told us about the BIOME’, Christopher, ‘I’d rather it was moved to South Cottishal’, Centinel, ‘Heavens, I couldn’t top up my tan’,I, ‘A pity the girls weren’t here…we’d like the BIOME in Germany, Mrs Stomph like a pepperoni……Shorts Annabel brill’, Annabel, ‘Yep panel for my bum, two for my legs for Badminton….. Cloe', Cloe,(Ashcroft), ‘Hello Techno-Shaman’, I hadn’t noticed the brown bodies all around, shortly after the BBC sent me to a psychoanalyst.