Sheelba of the Eye
Villager
Let me introduce you to the gang…
And how could I begin anywhere other than with the sophisticated and eminently suave Michel Blabla (stage name). From his cravats and gold plated cigarette holder to his immaculate suits from the most fashionable Parisian tailors he looks every inch the movie star. And like all silent movie stars he can’t act a bean. Currently in London until the furore around the newspaper articles suggesting that he spent more time in the Great War entertaining a certain German countess, the Countess —————— (please, no names, show some decorum) than the troops at the front line this devilishly handsome 50 something is finding the English adorable - just like children really. How ever did they acquire an empire? In his attempt to win the admiration of a London pressman, to further his career in this quaint land, Michel is puzzled to find himself keeping company with a librarian of all things. Although he is beginning to realise that librarians can be quite pretty, if only they didn’t dress like, well, librarians.
Next comes the independent and hard working Yasmine Astor (no relation). An editor at The Great Chase, based in Clapham, she is only now realising that librarians can come from wealthy families too! Or at least her friend from her book club has turned out to have very wealthy parents. Determined to make a name for herself she doesn’t notice the great strides she has already made and how proud her parents are of her. Oh, and gentlemen, she isn’t pleased to see you, that is a pistol in her pocket. Fearless, successful, she is determined to have the security which can only be found in greater success. If only this Frenchman wasn't following her around, after all she doesn’t work on the gossip columns and pretty soon she might find herself “linked” with a movie star for whom Low Tea is something to be drunk when feeling depressed.
Percival Wilson makes the third in our quartet. A pharmacist at the Bloomsbury Royal Infirmary Percy never quite gave up the habit of having his service issue Webley .38 close to hand following his experiences as a dispensary in Flanders during the Great War. Fortunately, the nightmares stopped some time ago. Wanting a quiet life he can’t quite get along side a society which frowns on a man of any social standing who does not habitually wear a hat. Enjoying the peace and quiet which comes of living in Richmond he nevertheless diligently commutes into central each day to do his bit in alleviating the suffering of the masses. One can’t help but suspect that he secretly wishes he had decided to become a Librarian, like his schoolhood friend (sweetheart?) Dorothy.
From a wealthy banker’s family Dorothy looks forward to reading to the children who gather in her local library, just around the corner from her small flat in Notting Hill, which she calls work. Very properly dressed and perfectly happy in her little world Dorothy is at the centre of our soon-to-be-tested group. Her doting parents, Janet and Mark, don’t regard a single shilling of the exorbitant wealth expended on their only child’s education wasted - although they can’t help but try and introduce her to members of the board of directors from the British Library. Fond of both high tea (which always embarrasses Janet) and low tea Dorothy is down to earth and as oblivious to the ease with which her privileged upbringing provides her as a one can be in London, 1921.
And how could I begin anywhere other than with the sophisticated and eminently suave Michel Blabla (stage name). From his cravats and gold plated cigarette holder to his immaculate suits from the most fashionable Parisian tailors he looks every inch the movie star. And like all silent movie stars he can’t act a bean. Currently in London until the furore around the newspaper articles suggesting that he spent more time in the Great War entertaining a certain German countess, the Countess —————— (please, no names, show some decorum) than the troops at the front line this devilishly handsome 50 something is finding the English adorable - just like children really. How ever did they acquire an empire? In his attempt to win the admiration of a London pressman, to further his career in this quaint land, Michel is puzzled to find himself keeping company with a librarian of all things. Although he is beginning to realise that librarians can be quite pretty, if only they didn’t dress like, well, librarians.
Next comes the independent and hard working Yasmine Astor (no relation). An editor at The Great Chase, based in Clapham, she is only now realising that librarians can come from wealthy families too! Or at least her friend from her book club has turned out to have very wealthy parents. Determined to make a name for herself she doesn’t notice the great strides she has already made and how proud her parents are of her. Oh, and gentlemen, she isn’t pleased to see you, that is a pistol in her pocket. Fearless, successful, she is determined to have the security which can only be found in greater success. If only this Frenchman wasn't following her around, after all she doesn’t work on the gossip columns and pretty soon she might find herself “linked” with a movie star for whom Low Tea is something to be drunk when feeling depressed.
Percival Wilson makes the third in our quartet. A pharmacist at the Bloomsbury Royal Infirmary Percy never quite gave up the habit of having his service issue Webley .38 close to hand following his experiences as a dispensary in Flanders during the Great War. Fortunately, the nightmares stopped some time ago. Wanting a quiet life he can’t quite get along side a society which frowns on a man of any social standing who does not habitually wear a hat. Enjoying the peace and quiet which comes of living in Richmond he nevertheless diligently commutes into central each day to do his bit in alleviating the suffering of the masses. One can’t help but suspect that he secretly wishes he had decided to become a Librarian, like his schoolhood friend (sweetheart?) Dorothy.
From a wealthy banker’s family Dorothy looks forward to reading to the children who gather in her local library, just around the corner from her small flat in Notting Hill, which she calls work. Very properly dressed and perfectly happy in her little world Dorothy is at the centre of our soon-to-be-tested group. Her doting parents, Janet and Mark, don’t regard a single shilling of the exorbitant wealth expended on their only child’s education wasted - although they can’t help but try and introduce her to members of the board of directors from the British Library. Fond of both high tea (which always embarrasses Janet) and low tea Dorothy is down to earth and as oblivious to the ease with which her privileged upbringing provides her as a one can be in London, 1921.
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