Saint George’s Day 2017
South African cultural attache Lepardia Marango and British Conservative MP Agathor Christie had gone to morning services at Saint George’s Anglican Church in Hanover Square in the city of Westminster, central London to celebrate Saint George’s Day since Saint George is the patron Saint of England.
Afterwards they went to have brunch together in a nearby pub.
Sitting across from them was Renfield R. Renfield in disguise.
Renfield was wearing dark sunglasses, a Scottish kilt with sporran, a t-shirt that said I AM WILLIAM WALLACE and was carrying bagpipes at his side.
“So, Agathor,” Lepardia adjusted her dark navy blue skirt, “you’re the great nephew of British mystery novelist Agatha Christie?”.
“Yes, but only by marriage,” Agathor Christie confessed, “not by blood unfortunately. I’m the great nephew of her cad first husband Archibald Christie whom she divorced in 1928 after he had an extramarital affair with one Nancy Neele (whom he married after his divorcing Agatha).”
“What about your name Agathor?” Lepardia asked, “Were you named after your great aunt by marriage Agatha Christie and given the masculine name Agathor?”.
“Um… actually no I wasn’t,” Agathor sipped his orange juice.
“Were you named after the character in Tolkien then?” Lepardia poured herself some tea.
“No, not him either,” Agathor blushed.
“Then who were you named after?” Lepardia looked at him quizzically.
“Well,” Agathor felt himself turning as red as the fried tomatoes on his plate, “My full Christian name… if you can call it a Christian name… is Agamemnon Thor… I’m Agamemnon Thor Christie. I was named Agamemnon because my father was a Greek mythology buff. And I was given the middle name Thor because my mother is a Norse mythology buff. In school because the kids made fun of the name Agamemnon, I shortened my name to Agathor for short (a shortened form of Agamemnon Thor) because Tolkien is always cool for every generation of kids.”
“I see,” Lepardia smiled and laughed, “And do you have any conditions for marriage?”.
“Well,” Agathor’s face was now turning as red as a Communist who had fallen into a giant bottle of ketchup, “I don’t intend to marry any woman called Clytemnestra.”
“Well, my name isn”t Clytemnestra,” Lepardia Marango who had a good classical education laughed heartedly.
Renfield R. Renfield (who did not have much of a classical education) did not.
-A vampire novel chapter
written by Christopher
Sunday April 23rd
2017.
Dracul Van Helsing 
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