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17.3.09

Plan B


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If we can’t find an expert in experimental engines, who can stop our engine sensibly, our plan B is to smash everything that looks like an engine and as, to stop it falling into unfriendly hands, the engine is disguised; to smash everything that doesn’t look like an engine as well.  I say that it is a pity, to pound valuable equipment into pieces, however, as Juan points out, it will also be a lot of fun. 

To celebrate, we drink flasks of Vintage Laphroaig, Knockdhu and Balmenach Private Reserve, and offer toast after toast to all the beautiful Parisian women we are desperate to meet.  Now, brawling wildly about the most efficient swing, the strongest helves and best hammerheads to use for smashing machinery; hurling hammers at each other; whooping with excitement and singing Le Boudin at the top of our voices; befuddled, lost and larrikenishly behind schedule, we lurch from side to side, as fast as we possibly can.

Professor Humperdink’s Diary