Helga and Hedwig

(This is part 3 of a 3 part installment. If you haven't read Part 1 and Part 2 please do so, as otherwise none of the following will make sense!)

None of these facts explained why the three were deep in conversation and frankly, Clutchworthy didn't really care. It was a sad statement of his tired mental state that his mind was now pondering the significance of trivial matters. He made a solid effort to channel his thoughts into some mind control exercises instead, but realised after a few minutes that this was futile. Finally, he was forced to restrict his activities to some toe tapping and lustful admiration of Twila Lane's buttocks.

(This is part 2 of a 3 part installment. If you haven't read Part 1 please do so, as otherwise none of the following will make sense!)

One of the women was stuffing chips from a soggy bag into her mouth and trying to talk (futile over the music) at the same time, while the other was clutching the arm of someone who looked remarkably like Angus Blackhurst. Hedwig immediately headed for the bar in a hurried fashion, trailing chips, whilst Helga sashayed her way through the audience towards the stage, bashing into people, stepping on toes and losing Angus Blackhurst on the way. Parting the crowd with her arms, she began to sway as though listening to a Val Doonican ballad, despite the fact the band had moved onto a fast paced funk metal number called This Gun is Your Gun.

As usual, Nofaith was jumping on a Friday night and it was a chore to navigate through the mass of teenagers and other riff-raff, as Dr Keith Kuntz made his way along the tunnel passage. He hated crowds almost as much as he hated the Labour Party and he found that the tedious process of navigation was making him sweat. Still, he persevered until at last he stood in front of the entrance to The Other Forum, where throngs of people were piling in the doors, anxious to numb their paltry brains with drugs and loud music. Scowling, Kuntz scanned the area for maximum pamphleteering position and quickly moved to place himself in between the two entrances. As he was nearly there, he felt a tap on his shoulder.

Part 1 - A Ride on a Wire

Below the gondola, the street lamps of Sandrock Road shone brightly and the occasional car passed by. Helga hung her head out the window, cigarette dangling from her lips, enjoying the view. The night was cool but she didn't feel it, warmed as she was from the lovely brandy she'd drunk and the exhilaration of the moment. Across from her, Hedwig giggled as she passed the bottle of Remy Martin VSOP back to the handsome figure of Angus Blackhurst sitting next to her. Helga still couldn't believe she was actually riding in the Mechanical Skyway. After looking up and watching the cars travel along the cables overhead for so many years, it now seemed amazing that this was the first time she'd taken the plunge. It's not that the Skyway was reserved for wealthy people or anything, it's just that both Helga and Hedwig always had better things to do with their money than take a ride to places they didn't want to go anyway.