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6 September

Posted on September 05, 2011 by Captain P. Fawcett

With no gin to hand the Hendrick's manoeuvre was not an option and whilst maintaining the notion that tash on tash was per chance a tash too much, the blighter may well have pegged it! Regards Fawcett.

2 September

Posted on September 01, 2011 by Captain P. Fawcett

On arrival the crowded buffet caboose appears full; however the attentive steward finds me a seat sharing an already occupied booth. Opposite sits a gargantuan chap, purple faced with small dark beady eyes, in possession of a large droopy walrus moustache. Attributes I might add just visible over the top of the evening edition of the ‘Pioneer’ news chronicle. Fawcett.

29 July

Posted on July 28, 2011 by Captain P. Fawcett

With lots to do and very little time in which to do it, and sadly finding myself lacking the be-calming efficiency of Miss Allie Astell's organisational skills, I simply moustache. What? Fawcett.

5 July

Posted on July 04, 2011 by Captain P. Fawcett

I wince inwardly as my dining companion slurps at his consommé, his ruddy cheeks just visible above his tortured bowl, a perturbing globule of crab soup glistens, clinging to his moustache, hanging by a Damoclean thread poised to drop to the table cloth below. C.F.

14 December

Posted on February 13, 2011 by Captain P. Fawcett

Famed for his handlebar moustache Veerappan terrorises the locals as he plunders the valuable trees and poaches the elephant for its much-prized ivory. This man is fiendishly dangerous and there is a substantial prize on his head. C.F.

 
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