Minx takes tea with Mr Pundy (a book review of sorts)

Minx - Ah, Mr Bill, come in, sit down. No not there, that's ....

Pundy - Gosh, there's a lot of pointy things around here.

M - (hmm, and you will have a pointy ear if you sit on my best hat again) Now, Pund, I asked you round to tea...

P - Tea? Is that tea? Are you sure?

M - For the love of the Goddess, Pund, sit down and drink. Green is as good a colour for tea as any. Now, about the book.

P - Err, yes. What did you think?

M - I think I probably hate Nick Dowty and would cheerfully dig out his eyes with blunt spoons and use them as olives in a gin sling.

P- So you didn't like it.

M - The man is awful, unforgivable. He makes having sex with Hannibal Lecter seem like the soft option.

P- Nice boots.

M - Thanks, but don't get me off the subject. What was I saying?

P - How much you don't like my book.

M - But he's ghastly, no redeeming features at all. I found myself shouting at the wall, thumping pillows.

P - No hope then.

M - No, no hope at all. You painted a creature I could happily castrate and feed his balls to the pigs.

P - I couldn't change your mind, I suppose? Money? Gifts of extreme value? A house in Bali?

M - Goddess no! He's a bad un. A horror.

P - Ohhh.

M - Pund? What's the matter? Here have a tissue.

P - (Sniff) You hated the book.

M - What? Did I say that? No, I don't hate the book, far from it. I hate him. Nick Dowty. He must be well written to provoke such a reaction in me - the bastard.

P - You liked it?

M - Of course I did, you silly twat. Good writing, tidy plot, disagreeable characters, nasty little twisty end - what more can I say except to recommend it to others to read? Now dry your eyes and have one of me cakes.

P - Thank you. Mmm, hemlock and pea, my favourite.

M - Err, Pund, just tell me, who exactly did you you base Nick Dowty on?

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To find out just how obnoxious Nick Dowty really is go HERE and order a copy for yourselves.

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