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First off, though, Sirooco took me ta ‘er mate’s flat, wot she were looking arter while ‘er mate
were on ‘oliday. She didn’t like talkin’ too much, where we could get over’eard, like.

I asked for a glass o’ milk, while she did ‘erself another coffee,

I said, “You looked dead shocked when I mentioned me burning me shoes. You
dreamed that an’ all?” She nodded then sat and spoke,

“That's why I'm convinced I'm right about this, too.
In all his previous work for Dover University, Professor Daniels kept handwritten
journals. He never made copies of most of what he wrote in them and would, if asked for an item
of information, take the journal, show it to the enquirer and allow them to make a note of the
relevant data.”

“Wot was ‘e then, bleedin’ eccentric or somefink?”

“Yes, he was. As far as I know, he had doubts about the Scrolls being genuine, these
misgivings he would have recorded in his journals, but never had the chance to reveal them.”

“’Cos him an’ the journals got wasted when ‘is ‘ouse burned down.”

“Yes, but did the journals? I don’t think so.”


“Because the nazis are looking for them.”

“Go on, how do ya know?”

“I went over to Gordon Leame’s house, the Scrolls were found in his garden. I was going
to ask him about anything the Professor might have said to him. Leame and his wife were in a
state of shock and the house had been turned upside down.”

“Them bladdy narsties?”

“Yes, but why search his house? Only logical thing I could think of was the journals had
somehow survived the fire and the nazis are desperate to get their hands on them first.”

“Why did ya fink somefink was up any’ow? Ya know, why did yer go to ‘is ‘ouse?”

“I’d been getting dreams, recurring ones. The stormcloud and lightning flashes and
another, a new one, this time - the Scrolls, diaries and a bottle of brown sauce.”

I were quiet for a minute, then said slowly,

“Yer s’posed to look for the scrolls, the diaries an’ a bottle of HP?”

Another luverly chuckle,

“I doubt it, somehow. But maybe the sauce meant a source - as in where something was

“Wot if yer wrong, though?”

“Predicted you and the link with burning shoes - didn’t I?”

That shut me up an’ no mistake. I made up me mind,

“All right, yer on. Wot next?”

She put an ‘and over mine, “What about France?”

“Wot - when I’ve gotta chance to piss them fascists off? Not bleedin’ likely.”

“No other reason?”

Oh blimey, I felt me face burning, I were no good at this bleedin’ luvvy duvvy chat.
Nearest fing to poetry I’d ever said to a bird were, “Ello darling, fancy a shag?” - not ‘sactly
fakkin’ Wordsworth, is it?

“Well, yeah,” I mumbled, lookin’ at me glass o’ milk, “Never ‘ad any mates, really. ‘part
from an ‘amster. An’ I just wanted to be friends to start wiv, don’t mean we gotta shag, not
straight off, anyways...” Oh Gawd I were makin’ a right bollocks soup o’ this. Sirocco stopped
me wiv an’ and on me mouth,

“Stormcloud, did you really say your only friend has been a hamster?”


“No goldfish or budgies?”

“Nah,” then I clicked, “yer ‘avin’ a larf at me, aintcha?”

“No, no I’m not.” I believed ‘er. Then she giggled,

“Well, all right, just a bit.”

She moved closer, “You know, you don’t have to stick to the bit about not shagging right


“Nah.” she chuckled and kissed me. The rest of our story gonna be told by Sirocco, like I
said, she talks posher than wot I do. But I fink we’ll leave aht wot ‘appened for the rest o’ that
arternoon. Sorry.

The End Of Stormcloud’s Tale

In five hundred years time, most of us will be forgotten dust. But Hitler will still be remembered, God loves irony.

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The following comments are for "Travellers Tales (Transcribed fro the T-Shirts by S. Jackson) Part 4"
by Ogg

Fakkin' Wadsorth
I really think I liked this. I really loved the dialogue. Unfortunately it's not in a language I understand. I'm American.

( Posted by: Tommytee27 [Member] On: July 3, 2004 )

Tommy and Nbiz
Thanks to both of you for your comments. I've been worrying about the amount of slang, cockney dialect and dropped aitches I've been using in these particular installments of the Nazi Britain type theme. 'Christ is an Englishman' 'Media Purge', 'Perfect Housewives etc.', 'Nazi-Brit 2018 etc.' are all experimental pieces around the CNP ruled UK idea. I'm hoping to produce enough stories to weave together into one plot-line, eventually. NBiz, yes I must admit Stormcloud's one of my favourite characters to date, esp. with his 'get stuffed' attitude. Tommy, thanks for your perspective on the story. The fact that a lot of guys from different countries use this site and would find Storm's language baffling has, as I've mentioned, been on my mind. I'll try a re-write at some point and see if he becomes more accessible to the international audience. I would appreciate you guys visiting the other posts I've made, your feedback is really valuable to me. They're in plain English, this time, apart from the dialogue in Perfect Housewives equal Perfect Women.
Thanks again, take care.
Paul the Ogg

( Posted by: Ogg [Member] On: July 3, 2004 )

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