Ode to Erik
The Little Diva
"Oh dear…we have a problem…a rather big problem.
It seems that in this sleepy stone palace, safe from Fingermen and other undesirables, deep below the streets of London, all hell has broken loose.
There is a war of catastrophic proportions going on; I fear that even I, brave old Erik, can do nought to stop it.
Guns have been replaced with harsh words from forked tongues. Bayonets have been pushed aside in favour of murderous looks. Grenades have been discarded for severe cold shoulders and ruthless ignorance. Daggers replaced with snide insults and cheap shots.
Things have gone from zero to all out war in mili-seconds.
In fact, things have gone nuclear. Nagasaki was never this bad I can tell you. The mushroom-cloud that has enveloped this place is unbelievable!
Nothing is safe; no-one escapes this feud, we're all privy to it. Myself, Venus, hissing head thing and everyone else, yes we watch it all in despair.
Harmless china plates have been smashed. Antique alabaster jars have been toppled. Ancient books have been launched. Wooden mixing spoons have become air-borne. Heavy leather boots have been hurled.
It's like being in World War Three or another Cold War!
I mean, some things deserve this level of warfare. This level of out and out aggression.
For example, Russia invading Germany.
Or the president of the United States being held hostage.
Maybe even the streets of Barcelona becoming over-run with a million angry rioters.
These things I can understand; there's logic and necessity there. A real need for this dramatic action; as a matter of national security or because peoples lives are at stake.
But I mean, this amount of conflict and hostility all because V used some of Evey's £80 10ml, Made by Blind Puruvian Monks in Tree-Top Huts, Diamond Enhanced, Anti-Wrinkle, Anti-UVA, Taiwanese Pink Seaweed and Bali Soothing Dirt Free Mud Moisturizer as a polishing agent for his boots, is just a little uncalled for I think."
