Cow Island

'Might, mo mar mo guwd!' said Norma. 'Mot?' asked Bertha. Norma pushed up her balaclava helmet. 'I said, so far so good! We seem to have got ashore without anyone seeing us!' 'Meximent!' mooed Bertha. 'I now propose that we move into phase 2,' continued Norma,'Red 3 and Red 4 will move inland and establish a forward observation post while the rest of us make a nice pot of tea.' 'Mho's Med More amain?' asked Horace. 'You are!' replied Norma,'and Geraldine is Red 4.' 'MOK!' said Horace,'and mot's Mannie?' 'Hungry!' said Annie. 'Well maybe we should all have another slice of cake before anything else?' suggested Norma. And so by general agreement that's what they did. But it was only a thin slice. And then they got straight on with things...no really!

You've missed him! You've worried about him....really you have, don't try to deny it! But now he's back...and it is him...honest! Iiiiitttt'sssssssssssssss CYRILLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL!!!! Morning Chums or should I say, the cake of my friend has been eaten by the fat cow. Be honest if you'd seen me in the street you'd have just kept on walking. It's a disguise par excellent even if I do say so myself. My only concern is that my innate sexiness might just give me away? I guess it's just a risk I'll have to take. After all there's a damsel and her pupils to be rescued and fate insists I be there (no honestly I had a postcard). So if we never meet again remember.... There is some corner of a foreign field, well quite a big corner, probably closer to a whole field and a couple of hillsides, that is forever Cyril town. Hugs, snogs (you know it's what you want!) Cyril (secret agent and part time restaurant critic)