This novel is something a little different for me. It is a satire set in the UK at the present moment. There are striking parallels between these days and the 1930s. There’s a lot of racist people around who are crawling out of the woodwork as they have been encouraged by the implications of the Brexit vote.
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“I do, Pig Wig, I do, but I need to know we are secure and that no one is leaking our plans to the people we are trying to subdue. Once I hear from the interviewer and have been to see my friend Spiffy Wiffy at Scotland Yard, then I will send pigeons out to let you know what’s happening. We have some serious thinking to do, so I think it’s best if I head off to bed and make a few notes before retiring for the night.”
“Shall I walk you home, Tomcat?” asked Pinky.
“Woof, woof, well thanks for the offer, Pinky, but I think I shall be fine on the streets of London tonight.”
“Good night,” said Pig Wig.
“Good night,” said Tompkins, waving to everyone in the room.
“Au revoir, Tomcat,” said most of the people in the room. One person who said nothing was a young lady at a corner table, who had been making notes all evening. She wrote the time Tompkins left in her notes and then phoned a number at MI5 to make her report.
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