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A not entirely reliable account in which the
editors of the following correspondence detail how it first came into their
possession.
In which the Moorgate Institute of Classical
Female Elders reopen communications with the Pimlico League of Educated
Ladies in order to heal old wounds. New ones are just around the corner,
however...
Ms. Alice Zimmer - much to the surprise of
everyone including herself - appears to have passed away. The state of affairs
is unexpectedly short-lived, which proves to be of no comfort whatsoever
to the sacrificial offering.
A tale of alcoholism, chocolate coated peanuts
and evil towards rabbits - not to mention the strange and disturbing truth
about Ms. Zimmer's mode of transport and the whereabouts of her aunt.
The groups make a visit to a London sanatorium
in order to partake of the waters for the good of their health. Regrettably
the mortality rate proves to be rather higher than one might reasonably
expect.
The ladies prepare for the annual gathering
of various ladies' organisations, fervently hoping that for once the
event will be free of young men, whistles and rainbow flags. Once again,
however tragedy strikes - but at least the young men all claim to be happy.
Following a sequence of unseemly and ghostly
goings on at a séance the ladies begin to plan for a holiday. Sadly it soon
becomes apparently that Ms. Zimmer is back to her old tricks.
As if the Second World War had not been traumatic
enough - especially for one or two of the older ladies - the destructive
power of a super-charged Aunt Enid is unleashed during the ladies' ill-conceived
tour of Europe.
The aftermath of the trip to Europe is great
and far reaching, but at least most of the ladies have returned in one piece.
An anniversary is celebrated, but none of the ladies are truly prepared
for the shocking disappearance of Aunt Enid and the Thundersley!
Hunting for the Thundersley - not to mention
its occupier - the ladies are led on several terrifying missions into the
dark dank underworld of Borough and London Bridge. What does "under the
royal something grows" actually mean? And will anyone live to tell the tale?
With the monstrous form of Aunt Enid ensconced
in the abandoned King William Street tube station, the ladies are forced
into taking desperate action to extract her. After the damage inflicted
by the Peanut Brittle, will the Northern Line ever be the same again? (And
more to the point, will anyone notice?)
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