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| W8...Cockell's Caf |
As they were ushered to Ludo's favourite table they passed none other than two of Horton Street's big hitters....Sir Pooter Cockell and 'Oirish' Ahern.
So absorbed were they in a heated conversation they failed to notice The Dame and Ludo.
Ludo was overwhelmed at being next to the centre of power and The Dame had to be quick to stop him popping over to ask for Pooter's autograph.
As The Dame tucked into her specially imported ortolan, stuffed with foie grass and black truffle, she noticed Pooter too seemed to have a healthy appetite. What could he be celebrating she wondered......
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| Pooter's £50 Chef's Special |
Had he at last heard his peerage was on the way?
Oirish was less happy. In fact, tears were coursing down his ruddy Donegal cheeks, splashing over his favourite Hermes tie.
Ludo, in his new guise as an intrepid undercover journalist, was intently listening to their conversation with a discreet omnidirectional eavesdropping device.
“Well, Ludo what is going on.” The Dame demanded. According to Ludo the news was not good for Oirish. It seems Pooter had taken him out for a lush lunch to tell him that twenty two year old Rock Feilding Mellen was going to be the next leader. Pooter told his now fuming guest that his successor needed to be someone of sufficient social stature to continue the aristocratic leadership tradition of soon to be Lord Pooter of Hortown
The gentle side of The Dame popped out. Summoning the waiter she commanded him to convey her barely sampled bottle of Cristal to Pooter's table: she was slightly hurt when Pooter sent it back with a furious look.
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| Cristal-a present from The Dame |
The Dame noted that she must check Pooter had not got taxpayers to pick up the tab
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