Dakar has a snooty camp secretary. I don’t know wehere he came from, but he just turned up. This world never ceases to amaze me at the richness, variety and kookyness of it’s inhabitanse.
My dramatis personael ['real', not aluded to] now includes, aside from the obvious:
* Dakar, a tall and sallow neo-victorian lawyer.
* Bulldog, a big black ‘mechanic’ who has a new orleans accent
* Little Japanise Lady, who speak real broken english and shouts at people that they should drink tea
* Dakar’s secratery, who is as noted above, male, camp and snooty.
* The teenage boy from ‘byte me’ who is a general geek, and a virgin.
* Owener of ‘byte me’, who hasn’t been introduced yet but will be soon, who has the same menality as most in the allied trades: he sleeps and drinks tea for most of the day, does maybe a couple of hours of work a day and charges the earth for it.
And you know what, I love them all. They’re such fun to play with. This writing thing is fun 
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