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“I feel it in my waters Nora, something’s amiss here.” “Quit would you and let’s head down to dinner.” “Well glad you all can join us,” said Ms. Patsy. “Alistair if you would like to take a seat over there and Nora if you would like to sit here, I am sure the others will not mind if it gets too crowed at the table.” Alistair and Nora took their seats.  Alistair was on one side of the table and Nora was further down on the other side. The table was set for eight others, yet only Alistair and Nora were seated at this time. “Well, as I said I’m glad you are all here and ready to eat.  I’ll serve our guests first, as you all are regulars here.” “Shall we wait for the others Ms. Patsy?” asked Alistair. “Oh stop being funny with that crazy accent of yours, they are all here.” “Will you be wanting your usual helping Mr. Cassidy, or will you be saving yourself for my Apple pie?” Alistair again looked around the table as Ms. Patsy served out food to all the other place settings, but he could only see himself and Nora at the table.  Ms. Patsy spoke to each empty place setting before she dished out the food. “Who’s next to you there Nora,” Alistair enquired.  “As I think I have Mr. Cassidy on one side and Roger Rabbit on the other.” “Ms. Patsy may I ask who’s that gentleman at the end of the table.” “Why that’s Mr. William McCarthy Alistair, but we all call him Billy.” “And the nice lady next to him?” “That’s the lovely Miss Oakley” Ms. Patsy headed back into the kitchen. “Nora, she is off her feckin head.  I knew there was something amiss here.” “Alistair, she maybe a wee bit odd, but what of it.  You just chat away to Mr Cassidy and enjoy your dinner, while I have the craic here with Mr. Masterson and Miss Oakley.” Ms. Patsy arrived back offering seconds. “Great to see you are all getting on so well – I can’t hear myself in the kitchen with all the chit chattering going on in here.  Nice to have a full house again.   Before you two arrived it was like talking to myself with this lot.   I’ll be serving the apple pie soon folks, so don’t be stuffing your cake holes with all them lovely grits.” “Holy feck Nora, I knew when I met her first and looked into those eyes of hers – there was nobody driving” Alistair, sure what the feck, the room is okay and the food is good and sure the place is booked out, weren’t we lucky to get a room at all, Nora laughed. “This is only the beginning Nora, most of these guys around the table were notorious outlaws in their day.  Would you listen to me – I’m feckin acknowledging that they are here.” If you can’t beat it Alistair you might as well join in on the craic. “Hot Apple pie ya all,” shouted Ms. Patsy, just as Mossy walked into the room. To be continued….. Photo thanks to youtube.com

When they reached the room, Ms. Patsy flung the door open. “Be the holy feck,” said Nora. “It’s Elvis feckin Presley.” “Elvis is alive, I feckin knew it!” –shouted Alistair. “No you ijet, it’s only the room that is all decked out with Elvis memorabilia. Have a look Alistair.” Ms. Patsy then joined in and said, “all my rooms are decorated with different themes, I have the Buddy Holly room, the Glen Millar, the Jimmy Hendrix, the John Denver and the Marlene Monroe Suite. I will let you pair get settle in and if you wish to dine with us this evening, dinner is at 7:30pm.” Ms. Patsy headed off down the corridor and Alistair and Nora settled into their room. “Funny how all the rooms are named after dead people,” said Alistair. “Look at all this stuff about Elvis, all his record labels and posters. What do you think this carving on the wood means? – Don’t believe what you see – get out now while you can. They don’t seem like lyrics from any of his songs. “Hey Nora did you see that?” “What Alistair?” “The eyes in that painting of Elvis on the wall over the bed, his eyes moved. I swear it Nora.” “Alistair you are imagining things.” “I don’t think so Nora – they did move. I’m just going to stand here till it happens again.” “Alistair, come on, let’s go for dinner. Tomorrow we can see what the town has to offer and check out the work on the Shebeen with Mossy.” “Something very strange going on around here Nora. Rooms named after dead people, moving eyes in the paintings, yes Nora very strange.” “Quit your nonsense and let’s go to dinner.” “I feel it in me waters Nora, something amiss here.” To be continued………

“Well Nora, the fog is cleared let’s move on,” said Alistair. “Fire up the old Shebeen Alistair,” replied Nora. With a quick turn of the key the Shebeen fired up and they were back on the road again. “Still got a whirring sound there Alistair, must be that ‘something’ you mentioned is going around and making a whirring sound again”. “Sure sounds like it Nora, kind of a musical sounding noise, matches the chugging movement.  I see the fog is back again”. “Look Alistair, tumble weed, isn’t it lovely the way it tumbles across the desert out there.  Not much traffic on this road”. “Its quiet out here except for the whirring sound and the lovely views Nora of the dancing tumble weed – there is no place like the middle of feckin nowhere.  I think it’s time for another cup of tea Nora.” Alistair pulled off the road again to let the fog clear. Just then in the distance there seemed to be movement along the road.  A dust trail approaching from the West.  As the vision became clearer it looked like a bunch of wild horses.  “Nora you grew up around horses, go catch a few of them,” shouted Alistair. Nora shot out of the Shebeen like a woman with a mission and ran towards the oncoming horses.  Shouting Ye Haw and waving her arms in the air. Nora had taken the water hoses from the Shebeen and made a lasso.  Within a few minutes Nora had the hose around the neck of a horse and was swinging herself onto it’s back.   Chasing after the herd, she managed to lasso two more and finally a forth horse. Trotting back towards the Shebeen with four large horses, Nora was ye hawing out loud. “Alistair we have some new horse power for the Shebeen”. Strapping the four horses to the front of the Shebeen, they were slowly on the move again.  After several slow moving hours they arrived at the edge of a small town. “Alistair, I don’t think we should drive these fine horses into the town.  They look quite Bolloxed from pulling the Shebeen this far,” said Nora Alistair and Nora released the horses and locked up the Shebeen before walking the rest of the way into the town. To be continued……

  “Al and James, hold onto your jammy dodgers and girls your thrupenny bits.  You bring your knees in tight. But it’s the pelvic thrust – we are for home Ye haw.” The Doc had started the Higulator and within seconds there was a flash of bright light and they had all disappeared. A few minutes later they landed in the Doc’s back yard. “Thank feck for that,” said Alistair.  “We are home at last. I would say old Archie will be feckin’ mad when he finds out we did a runner.” “I’ll drink to that,” added the Manager. “Count me in,” replied James Bond. “Holy Feck, we have to get James back home,” added the Doc. “Sure let him stay a while. We will take him up to the Gator and he might get lucky there,” laughed Nora. “Well I will put the Higulator away for now and see what’s happen in the hood. Come on in for that well deserved glass of Mollydooker,” said Doc.  “Hey Manager, you get on Google there and check what damaged we have done to history.” “What do you mean Doc?” asked the Manager. “Well, my best team mate,” replied Doc.  “Given we left Henry VIII on a feckin’ high, him feckin dancing around the place full of lefty’s wine and with all his new laws to change. I don’t know what the feck he might of thought of on his own after we left him.  He might of thought it was all a dream or he just passed out and will forget the whole episode of events.” “Do you think I would leave a trail behind me,” replied the Manager.  “I was two steps ahead of you for a change.” “What do you mean,” asked the Doc. “I knew all along you might get one of your crazy ideas and I was just trying to ensure that I had all the ducks in the park.  Not in a row, just in the feckin’ park.  I figured I could put them in a row once I knew where the feck they all were,” said the Manager. “You still have not told me what you did,” said the Doc. “Well let’s put it this way, King Henry VIII will find a list of action points in a letter from me.  I mean from the one and only Lady Catherine of Ontario.  He will be okay and Archbishop Cranmer will head up the new Church of England.  Old Red Socks, as you refer to him, will be rightly pissed off.  But what we have started is the opportunity for a new church to emerge and have a bit of competition.  I also explained that we all had to rush off late in the night and would try and get to see him in a few more years.  I did not want the King to think we had just disappeared.  If Archbishop Cranmer started to tell him about our time device, the King might think he has lost the plot and off to the nutty farm for him.  So I feel the Archbishop will not mention it anymore.” “So Doc, in about three months the great King of Navan’s, great-great- great- great-great-great-great-grandson of the one and only Doc Higgins will get a call from the Lord Chancellor of England to say that you own half of the west of London, England granted to you in 1536 by the King Henry VIII  for the services and council provided by the King of Navan (C/O Ratheen County Meath). Together with his advising council Lady Catherine of Ontario, Lady Nora of Castle Blayne, and their man servants Alistair the clown and James the man of silence,” added the Manager. “The feckin Manager does it again.  When the shit is hitting the fan we all come out smelling like roses,” laughed The Doc. “Now, what about James and getting him home,” asked the Manager. “Sure let him have a good old night at the Gator,” laughed the Doc.  “Once we have settled back here for a week or so and I carry out some small repairs and minor modifications to the Higulator, we will get James Bond back to his own time zone.” To be continued …..  

Nora turned to the Manager and whispered, “up there for thinking and down there for dancing as she pointed to her head and feet. The Doc spotted the movement and gave his nodding wink. The Archbishop gave the manger a deadly stare as he left the King’s room.  On his way out he ordered  two of the soldiers to remain with strict instructions to not let the King of Navan out of their sight. He went so far as to say, “kill anyone who tries to leave except of course the King Henry VIII.” “Now that that old bore has left us, let us talk some more about your ideas on this great plan and drink some more of my fine wine,” said King Henry VIII.  “I feel I am going to enjoy confiscating all of old red socks lands and gold in my Kingdom.  I like your thinking pattern Lady Catherine.” Alistair got up and filled everyone’s goblet with more wine.  “This stuff is good but not as good as the old Mollydooker.  Your majesty, do you mind me asking who your wine maker is?” “My wine maker,” replied the King. “Oh that is old lefty as my father old Henry VII used to call him.  I am not sure what his real name is. Let me think, it will come to me” “It’s Watts,” remembered the King Henry. “Pardon,” replied Alistair “No, Watts is the name of my wine maker.  Old lefty Watts’s family has been making great wine for kings for hundreds of years.” “Hey Doc, given that we are in 1530’s and Mollydooker wine is from McLaren Valley in Australia I wonder what lefty’s great, great, great, great great, great grandchild did to be sent to exile in Auzy land?”  mused Alistair. “Lefty does make a great wine”, said the King. “He is ‘getting on’ now and only has the daughter Sarah to help him.  Poor child, unless she gets a spark of lightening from somewhere, once old Lefty Watts  dies, so will the wine, as the laws of my Kingdom don’t allow wine to be made by women.” “I am sure though King Henry, with your great wisdom and power you could change that law. Given you are on a role here with a new church and shortly to have a new missus, surely you can change the wine laws while you are at it. Lefty’s daughter Sarah can continue to supply you with great fine wines.  I am sure you do not want to be drinking that French or Italian piss”, added  Alistair. “My God, you are right! I can’t drink that stuff,” shouted King Henry.  I will change the law; I will not have any foreign piss in my wine cellar or my wine fountain. “Right on there Henry,” added Nora.  “As your on a roll now keep it lit.” While all this chat was going on the Doc and the Manager were in deep discussion. “You aced that move,” said the Doc to the Manager.  “Getting old Archie out of the picture changes the game.  Now all we have to do is to ensure that Al and James get on the same page. “That’s your job Doc, I am afraid, after their antics of jumping on all over us the last time, I don’t deal with anybody that’s lives in coo coo land. I think both of them have a permanent residence there” replied the Manager. To be continued….