Posted by debbie20 on Sun Oct 02, 2005 7:57 pm
THE TALE OF DERREN AND HIS CAKE... PART 1
Derren stared in excitedly at the delicious cake his mummy had made for him.Unfortunately for Derren he was not allowed to eat it till after the show so all he could do was wait in quiet contemplation for the delicious creamy texture to roll around in his wet mouth.....
But that night Derren's cake was stolen from right under his nose as he performed.He did not see it happen only that the gold rimmed plate guarded by spasm was now empty
After the show Derren sat in his room contemplating the whereabouts of his beloved cake, was it churning in the belly of some dim witted thief at his show, or sitting alone in a cold fridge awaiting this cruel fate .He shuddered at the thought
The next day Derren began to hunt out everyone who attended the show, shamelessly asking school children if they had seen any crumbs on their teacher or if she had mentioned a cake.
He received little solace or hope from friends who told him to ask his mother to bake him another one before falling asleep.
He decided he needed to start a campaign outlining the colour and size of the cake.If there was any hope the cake was not eaten Derren was determined to restore it to its rightful belly
But the campaign proved fruitless forcing Derren to form a new master plan. He needed to play on the sympathy of his unknown nemesis by threatening to kill himself on national television.He deduced that the culprit must have some liking towards him as he did attend his show.
In London Derren began to form a reputation for roaming the streets,drunk and alone rambling to anyone who would listen about his long lost cake.
"that was my cake, my cake, bastards.I never did a show since"
EVERYONE WAS A SUSPECT NOW
(One year later) and nobody ever dared to mention it as he attempted to resume some semblance of a normal life once again
