Keeping a Stiff Upper Lip, regardless...

16 February

Posted on February 19, 2011 by Captain P. Fawcett

Poor old LevittEventually arriving at cell no 1957, the warder glances through the spy hole inserts a key and opens the heavy door with a stomach churning creak.

There sat on the cot, head in hands was Levitt dressed in the gaudy livery I can best describe as that of an end of pier pantomime dame. Levitt raised his head, tracks of tears visible through his slapped on pancake makeup.

Good Lord Levitt I quipped I thought that course of treatment had put an end to this nonsense more than twenty years ago. C.F.

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