GADZOOKS! was my first word. The shock was so great I nearly
As I passed yet another comer, I waltzed straight into an enormous wolfy thing, spurring
and gleeping and running with great power. With nowhere to turn, I drew my letter opener
in a pathetic last stand. An Englishman should go down fighting. I did too.
l cascaded across the undergrowth, I half expected to see Terry Wogan descending from the
trees, releasing upon the foul creature the wrath of ten thousand mutant space invaders.
To the contrary, however, he just laughed and commented to the effect that I was
incompetent. What a liberty! I shall never listen to his program again! Sabre Wulf indeed!
When I had got over that minor trauma, I meebled off again and eventually reached a
forbidding mountain range. How I managed to reach there, I don't know the Jungle is
more confusing than the barbican.
After obtaining another potion thingy, I clambered along the side of the mountains, hoping
for a way out. Sure enough, there was one, but before I took it, I ran into another
triffidy thing, this time a blue one.
Whizzo! I became super fast and invulnerable! Double Whizzo!
I sped off at double speed, all over the place, and presently arrived at a nasties hut.
The door was open, but on trying, it appeared I could not get in! I decided to wait for
tea time, when I was sure they would return. However, none appeared, so I thought it
better to depart.
IT is now
along time since I wrote last. Since then I have obtained a further two parts of the
Each time I get a new piece, Terry Wogan cuts in with his tune and piece of insane poetry.
I never knew he had it in him. Come to think of it, I wish Id never found out.
Ive found plenty of things around here. Little ponds are all over the place, but I
dont have any swimming shorts, so am unable to bathe. Objects of all sorts are in
As regards food, I've been really disappointed by the lack of exotic fruits, and women are
in short supply too. On that account I wouldnt wish this place to my mother-in-law.
For some (Percy Throwup) this place is paradise. Being an avid watcher of his spot on Blue
Peter, Ive been able to identify many plants.
I have discovered three different triffid variants. One, a vile mauve, causes wholesale
de-orientation. It takes a real mental effort to do anything in this state. There are red
ones too, which slow one down and make one invulnerable for a short time. This is all very
well but, as a matter of patriotism, Id rather be dead than red.
The final triffid plant is the most boring. It returns one to ones normal useless
mode, In my opinion thats not on. It never happened to Tarzan.
My Present position is in a corner bordered on one side by a stone wall. Perhaps it is the
lair of Wogan. If I get there with all four pieces of his wotsit, perhaps he will lend me
his air freshener.
EUREKA! Ive found it! The final quarter of the Amul-whatsit!
Now to find the keeper chappie the final chapter, the end, finis etc. Ill
soon be free to go back to my modest flat in Islington and read the Financial Times with
my slippers on! Spiffing - what?
Im nigh certain that Terry is situated in the cave to my left. I can see it now
the front page of the Duly Telegraph Islington Business Man Escapes Stench
Filled Jungle of ACG.
Perhaps an O.B. E. is in order. Me - an O. B. E. perhaps even a Kinghtlorehood.
Here it is. the cave. The Guardians lair! Nearly there. Oooh.
Who are you?'
'Im the Guardian of the air freshener of the gate.
'Youre not Terry Wogan?
'Terry who? I see you have the whole of the Amulet. Good. You may advance.
Does this mean I can go home to my wife, overdraft and O. B. E. ?'
'I say, thats not cricket - I'm a British citizen, I command certain rights. I
'Shut up you posh twerp. I dont care it youre the Queens uncle'.
Youre going on.
Is Terry Wogan there?
English cretin. Whats he got against the Irish?