Miranda Singh On A Saturday Afternoon In Early July
Miranda Singh On A Saturday Afternoon In Early July
Miranda Singh sat in Collingwood Hills Park a park not far from the billionaire ancient Egyptian vampire Set’s colossal West London estate.
Set Enterprises’ resident mad scientist Dr. Cadbury Rocher was conducting scientific experiments in the park to see if he could bring about early autumn colours on the trees in early summer.
He seemed to be succeeding judging from some of the colours on the leaves of the trees behind where Miss Singh sat.
Michelangelo the Psychic Lobster was in a small wading pool in the park typing on his waterproof iPad with his lobster claws and mixing tracks from different seasons from Antonio Vivaldi’s The Four Seasons on his GarageBand app.
And a couple of baroque music enthusiasts sitting on a nearby park bench said he was succeeding.
Michelangelo looked in Miss Singh’s direction.
Small children left the wading pool in droves when the GarageBand app on the lobster’s iPad exploded.
The iPad was playing Beethoven’s Song of Joy as Amadeus Emanon rescued the crustacean and his tablet.
British MP Renfield R. Renfield was not at the Set Enterprises family picnic on this day as he was currently attending the christening ceremony for Archie Harrison Mountbatten-Windsor at Windsor Castle.
Meanwhile Harvey Tallbanger the 6 foot 8 invisible Welsh Pooka bunny rabbit walked around the picnic carrying his favourite drink a Tequila Sunrise.
He sat across from Miranda Singh and the pair discussed their respective secret agent and spying missions they had conducted for Set Enterprises last month.
Meanwhile under a nearby tree, Yaldabaoth the Irish leprechaun (who was neither a current employee nor a former employee of Set Enterprises) awoke with a huge hangover from last night’s carousing and revelry that he had engaged in in the nearby West London theatre district.
Feeling hungry, he helped himself to a picnic basket full of ham and cheese sandwiches.
“Hey, what happened to all the ham and cheese sandwiches?” Amadeus cried out a few minutes later.
Meanwhile Michelangelo the Psychic Lobster lay down at Miranda Singh’s feet.
The European Union anthem was being played with great enthusiasm on Michelangleo’s iPad GarageBand app to the great disappointment of BREXIT Party leader Nigel Farage who was walking nearby.
-A vampire novel chapter
written by Christopher
Saturday July 6th
2019.
Dawn Renee said,
July 7, 2019 at 3:20 pm
Garage days… a slowly declining in exposure to & appreciation of artistic creation in it’s primordial manifestation. Secondly, interesting Gnostic tap
Dracul Van Helsing said,
July 7, 2019 at 4:02 pm
Thanks.
David Redpath said,
July 9, 2019 at 4:36 am
All sounds like an idyllic
summer’s day in an English
country garden … in London.
British MP Renfield R. Renfield
would’ve been my choice as
Archie Harrison Mountbatten-Windsor’s godfather.
Word amongst the colonial
spy networks is that the Queen
will not be bestowing the poor
little blighter with the title of
Prince, since the results of his
top secret DNA test show not
a trace of “Windsor” 😎
Dracul Van Helsing said,
July 9, 2019 at 2:18 pm
Yes, Renfield would have been my choice as Archie’s godfather as well.
The same colonial spy networks say it was fortunate for Prince Harry that he was born before such advanced DNA testing.😎
David Redpath said,
July 9, 2019 at 5:19 pm
It’s never too late 🤔
Dracul Van Helsing said,
July 9, 2019 at 7:17 pm
I don’t think Prince Charles wants to appear like a lamentable Shakespearean figure and say, “I was cuckolded.”
Even though he himself was perfectly okay with diddling Camilla on the side.