Whilst the good lady believes we are off to view new residences over the next few days, I and my fellow members of that worthy establishment This Vicious Cabaret have been pegged at short notice for dire doings. I have little to go on as yet but there is talk old friends, of music hall, a mysterious tramp steamer and the filthy plotting of that harridan of horror, the ever smug (and delectably dangerous) Miss Brunner.
Boo, Miss Brunner!
Worry not, I’ve escaped from worse scrapes, and yet will too. More anon, but not till Tuesday. Where before things will be quiet here at the Slide.
Normal service will be resumed once doings dire, are done with.