Tuesday, October 17, 2006

Ms. Madison proves she's never on holiday

Ms. Madison reports: A sweep of the blogosphere reveals some worrying news. Our first return of a super-villain. Monty Bristow, alias the Disturber, is back! He replied to a post of the Green Man's on Triablogue about the terror of the Flying Spaghetti Monster. In the course of his remarks, the super-villain, who has vowed revenge on all humanity, revealed that he not only survived falling off Mount Sinai, but has slave workers toiling in the kitchens of his secret lair to create an army of Flying Spaghetti Monsters. I tried to explain this to Mr. Rake, but he confiscated my handbag and told me on no account to try to leave the island or he'd have me arrested. So this little alert is addressed to all you Green Man fans out there. Keep an eye open for Monty Bristow, and watch out for anything made of pasta.

Still, I hear Bristow won't be ready to make a move for a couple of weeks, which is enough time to make up with Mr. Rake, or at least get back into the habit of using his first name and then correcting myself. But right now, I'm in the dog-house with Mr Rake. Apparently he thinks I'm not as fond of him as I should be. Which is irritating, as this was supposed to be a chance for met to recover from the wounds inflicted by the charming Ygraine (who is now doing several life sentences in a maximum-security gaol for super-villains and their henchmen (or women). But when Mr Rake and I are shouting at each other for most of the day, even on the beach, no-one's relaxing.

But enough with the complaints. The evil Monty Bristow lives. He escaped from Mount Sinai. And I was practising belly-dancing while he was getting away. I wouldn't be so cut up, but it turned out I was no great shakes as a belly-dancer. So that's one career option out of the way...

5 comments:

green man fan (grey girl fan too) said...

That picture looks like it could be a picture of one of the various Number Twos from The Prisoner.

"We want.....information...."

Ms. Madison said...

As previously established, Monty Bristow bears a striking resemblance to Peter Wyngarde.

The Girl in Grey said...

Never mind. You could always run a little cafe in Covent Garden.

Ms. Madison said...

I was thinking a dubious gambling joint where I could fleece the unwary of their boodle.

Or a dress shop. I could run it with your sister, once she learns how to dress properly.

The Girl in Grey said...

Don't wait for Scruff to do that. Run the gambling joint instead.