30th May, 2013
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30th May, 2013The following week Bob was carrying out his usual duties of visiting the club’s training ground, installing surveillance gadgets in the main players’ houses, bidets and doing other general spying stuff when he spied Tommy entering a cosmetic surgery clinic. It was a clinic for a whole range of aesthetic, superficial treatments from laser hair removal to Botox treatments and the like. I assumed that Tommy had gone in to get a quote for Brenda’s much needed cosmetic surgery and liposuction but he was in there a long time. Bob called me on the blower and so I ventured down. We waited outside for Tommy to emerge, munching on a couple of Gregg’s sausage rolls while we waited. Half an hour later he did.
STANLEY: What kind of treatment is Brenda after?
TOMMY: Err… what you doing here?
STANLEY: Nose job is it?
TOMMY: Err… yeah.
I was about to ask another question but then Tommy cleared off sharpish. I suspected Brenda was actually after the works including liposuction… and a face-lift… and a boob job.
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