The Seduction of Mrs Thatcher

The Seduction of Madame Thatcher ……Before I begin this tale of hedonism I wish to make it clear it was not initiated by me ..and as always this is not for the faint hearted…Lets set the scene …I was working as second chef in a well known fish restaurant on the King’s road .  The maitre d arrived in the kitchen in a panic saying that a preferred customer wanted the menu read out in an Irish accent . I arrived in the lowlit cubicle to be greeted by the now famously aggresive bouffant …I will spare you the gory detail of the predation that took place that evening, however I will assure you given her attitude towards Irish self-detetmination I was not surprised . The next day head chef noticed I was limping with numerous bite marks to my nose . Maggie ,she instructed me to call leaving her personal contact details on a piece of  conservative party merchandise namely a garter .. I handed in my notice returned to Ireland via Holyhead and spoke very little of that summer in London.



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Maurice OConnell is a Creative based in Cornwall concentrating on Writing and Unique theatrical appearances.. He continues to imagine a world twice as exciting and dangerous than it could possibly ever be View all posts by mauricewoconnell

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