Sentence The Fourteenth
“Oh, Lordy Lord,” cried Roxy, suddenly very animated and excited, “in all that's been happening I clean forgot to tell you about the 'incident'”; and before either Daphne or Maude could stop her, she jumped up from the bench and, pacing up and down, hither and thither, like a loose-limbed childish moppet, back and forth, almost like a person perpetually climbing and descending Penrose stairs as in one of M C Escher's black and white drawings, talking as much with her hands as her mouth, related the strange tale of what had transpired before the Leaders' Debate she had participated in that morning: all the Party Leaders had assembled in the Magnolia Room, adjacent to the Lecture Theatre of the Free Church of Scotland College at the top of The Mound; there was Roxy (of the Unionist Party); The O'Raeahilly (Workers Party); Ginger (Nationalist); Leigh (Ethical Gardeners); someone she didn't really know who might have been named Jim (from that minor party in the current coalition) and – unexpectedly (and unwontedly) an angry man called Knut Knonsens of the Scottish United Christian Kingdom Independence Together Un-european Party (SUCKITUP) who had already been informed that, because of certain racist remarks he had directed towards other Leaders and the viewing public, rude comments about the colour of Ginger's hair and Leigh's (in his eyes) lack of femininity, and Roxy's ever-so-slight tubbiness – which to her Freudian id was just as nature intended, for her id was very much on her side - that he would not be permitted to take part (the BBC had decided and, such is the power of the Media, that was that) – and this fairly got his dander up; he shouted and ranted, waved his arms and stamped his feet, rolled his eyes and stuck out his tongue at each of the others; and suddenly pulled out a gun, pointed it at The O'Raeahily and ordered him to catch the first 'Banana Boat' back to 'Donegal', apparently under the impression that The O'Raeahilly was of Irish descent – there is no room for a full O'Raeahilly Family Tree, so let it suffice to state that there is not a drop of emerald blood in The O'Raeahilly's veins, his father being the son of a Jewish/Polish Doctor who had escaped from Warsaw before the German invasion in 1939, served in the Free Polish Air Force attached to the RAF during World War II, settled in Scotland after the war, changed his name by Deed Poll to a misspelling of one of the Irish Republican Heroes of 1916 he so admired, became a GP in Maryhill, in Glasgow and married a Jamaican nurse who worked in his Practice; but no-one had time to tell Knut Knonsens this; the three female Leaders rushed him,
Ginger masterfully snatched the gun from his grasp and got him in a Head Lock, Leigh tied his legs in a knot as she had once seen done in a Laurel and Hardy film, and Roxy sat on his chest and squeezed all the breath from his lungs so that when the police - called by the slightly unobtrusive chap from that other party - arrived and arrested him, he had nothing that he was able to say and so went quietly with them – Women United Will Never Be Defeated, sang the victorious Triumvirate and then bounded into the Lecture Hall, followed by a visibly distressed O'Raeahilly and somewhat shamefaced Jim – or Tom, or Nigel.
“Oh, Lordy Lord,” cried Roxy, suddenly very animated and excited, “in all that's been happening I clean forgot to tell you about the 'incident'”; and before either Daphne or Maude could stop her, she jumped up from the bench and, pacing up and down, hither and thither, like a loose-limbed childish moppet, back and forth, almost like a person perpetually climbing and descending Penrose stairs as in one of M C Escher's black and white drawings, talking as much with her hands as her mouth, related the strange tale of what had transpired before the Leaders' Debate she had participated in that morning: all the Party Leaders had assembled in the Magnolia Room, adjacent to the Lecture Theatre of the Free Church of Scotland College at the top of The Mound; there was Roxy (of the Unionist Party); The O'Raeahilly (Workers Party); Ginger (Nationalist); Leigh (Ethical Gardeners); someone she didn't really know who might have been named Jim (from that minor party in the current coalition) and – unexpectedly (and unwontedly) an angry man called Knut Knonsens of the Scottish United Christian Kingdom Independence Together Un-european Party (SUCKITUP) who had already been informed that, because of certain racist remarks he had directed towards other Leaders and the viewing public, rude comments about the colour of Ginger's hair and Leigh's (in his eyes) lack of femininity, and Roxy's ever-so-slight tubbiness – which to her Freudian id was just as nature intended, for her id was very much on her side - that he would not be permitted to take part (the BBC had decided and, such is the power of the Media, that was that) – and this fairly got his dander up; he shouted and ranted, waved his arms and stamped his feet, rolled his eyes and stuck out his tongue at each of the others; and suddenly pulled out a gun, pointed it at The O'Raeahily and ordered him to catch the first 'Banana Boat' back to 'Donegal', apparently under the impression that The O'Raeahilly was of Irish descent – there is no room for a full O'Raeahilly Family Tree, so let it suffice to state that there is not a drop of emerald blood in The O'Raeahilly's veins, his father being the son of a Jewish/Polish Doctor who had escaped from Warsaw before the German invasion in 1939, served in the Free Polish Air Force attached to the RAF during World War II, settled in Scotland after the war, changed his name by Deed Poll to a misspelling of one of the Irish Republican Heroes of 1916 he so admired, became a GP in Maryhill, in Glasgow and married a Jamaican nurse who worked in his Practice; but no-one had time to tell Knut Knonsens this; the three female Leaders rushed him,
Ginger masterfully snatched the gun from his grasp and got him in a Head Lock, Leigh tied his legs in a knot as she had once seen done in a Laurel and Hardy film, and Roxy sat on his chest and squeezed all the breath from his lungs so that when the police - called by the slightly unobtrusive chap from that other party - arrived and arrested him, he had nothing that he was able to say and so went quietly with them – Women United Will Never Be Defeated, sang the victorious Triumvirate and then bounded into the Lecture Hall, followed by a visibly distressed O'Raeahilly and somewhat shamefaced Jim – or Tom, or Nigel.
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