Top Secret (4 fellow top secret blippers only)

OK, here's the new name negotiation between me and PB. I rang up and asked for the Chairman of P or B and they put me through to a fellow called Arthur Hildagirth. He was an American chap from the Deep South who managed to drag each vowel into a whole moment.

'Why don't you like the new name son?' he asked, friendliness throughout his voice as his IT guys busily traced my position.

'Well for lots of reasons but mainly because Polaroid rhymes with haemorrhoid,' I replied cheerily.

'Well that's just plain rude,' Arthur said, his voice creasing and in desperate need of a good iron.

'Not really,' I replied, 'rude would be if I was sat here in the buff!'

'The what?' asked Hildagirth unwisely.

'Yes, you know, my trousers not only down but also off!'

I heard the phone click dead just as the Polaroid storm troopers broke through my front door. Thankfully I always wear my back pack rocket and luckier still I was standing underneath my skylight. Igniting my escape I launched high into space before landing this morning at 4.56am in Kuala Lumpur. They will never find me here. Even I don't know where I am exactly. All I can tell you is that the camels are less friendly than you might imagine them to be.

Sadly then the name Polaroid Blipfoto is here to stay until I can at least get back home and start mind games with PB executives.

Hang on, do I hear helicopters?.....


to be continued........

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