Vampiress Songstress Angelique Dumont
The vampiress songstress Angelique Dumont of New Orleans, USA was performing a private concert for Lord Tweedsmuir.
"Bravo! Bravo!" Lord Tweedsmuir clapped when Miss Dumont had finished performing her final aria.
The vampiress songstress was wearing a black evening dress, black silk nylons and black spiked stiletto high-heeled shoes.
She bowed as Lord Tweedsmuir approached her.
"Thank you, Yvette," Lord Tweedsmuir nodded to his twenty-something French maid who had been playing the piano as Angelique sang.
Yvette who was wearing a French maid dress, black silk nylons and black spiked stiletto high-heeled shoes stood up and curtsied and then left the room.
"Yvette became a British citizen today you know?" Lord Tweedsmuir kissed Angelique's hand.
"Really?" Angelique smiled, "she plays the piano very well... for a British citizen."
Lord Tweedsmuir did not know whether to take Miss Dumont's statement as a compliment or an insult. But he decided to ignore the remark.
"I'm trying to talk Tony Blair into having the Queen give her a peerage before Mr. Blair leaves office as Prime Minister," Lord Tweedsmuir played with his moustache.
"Really?" Angelique smiled at Lord Tweedsmuir, "and what would her title be if she's given a peerage?".
"I'm thinking of something along the lines of... the Duchess of Foreplay," Lord Tweedsmuir continued to play with his moustache.
* * *
Former United Nations Secretary-General Kofi Annan was having dinner with British Prime Minister Tony Blair at 10 Downing Street.
"So what will you do now that you've retired?" Tony Blair asked Kofi Annan.
"The same thing I did as UN Secretary-General," Annan replied, "nothing."
Blair laughed.
Blair's singing mechanical fish on the wall guffawed.
"So how are you enjoying your last days as Prime Minister of Britain?" Annan inquired.
"I shall miss the power," Blair lamented, "not to mention seeing my picture on the BBC Evening News every night."
"I must compliment you on this meal," Annan raised his glass of Irish Guinness beer, "nobody can make fish n'chips quite like the British."
"Fish n' chips is Britain's national dish," Blair agreed, "Fish n' chips are as British as the British sausage for which fictional British cabinet Minister of Administrative Affairs James Hacker fought for so passionately against idiotic European regulations emanating from Brussels- a fight which made him the fictional Prime Minister of Great Britain."
"I was a fan of the Yes Minister and Yes Prime Minister TV series myself," Kofi Annan downed the last of his Guinness, "I used to watch it on PBS New York all the time."
"I think most of PBS' programs are British are they not?" Blair took his Multiple Vitamin pills with his Guinness.
"Yes, most of the highest quality programs on American television are all British," Annan noted.
"I'm not surprised," Blair looked over at a display of Cow Dung Under Glass- a personal gift to him from US President George W. Bush.
"Tell me, Tony," Kofi put on some rap music on his ipod and started hip-hop dancing to it around the room, "do you believe there are such things as vampires and vampiresses?"
To be continued.
"Bravo! Bravo!" Lord Tweedsmuir clapped when Miss Dumont had finished performing her final aria.
The vampiress songstress was wearing a black evening dress, black silk nylons and black spiked stiletto high-heeled shoes.
She bowed as Lord Tweedsmuir approached her.
"Thank you, Yvette," Lord Tweedsmuir nodded to his twenty-something French maid who had been playing the piano as Angelique sang.
Yvette who was wearing a French maid dress, black silk nylons and black spiked stiletto high-heeled shoes stood up and curtsied and then left the room.
"Yvette became a British citizen today you know?" Lord Tweedsmuir kissed Angelique's hand.
"Really?" Angelique smiled, "she plays the piano very well... for a British citizen."
Lord Tweedsmuir did not know whether to take Miss Dumont's statement as a compliment or an insult. But he decided to ignore the remark.
"I'm trying to talk Tony Blair into having the Queen give her a peerage before Mr. Blair leaves office as Prime Minister," Lord Tweedsmuir played with his moustache.
"Really?" Angelique smiled at Lord Tweedsmuir, "and what would her title be if she's given a peerage?".
"I'm thinking of something along the lines of... the Duchess of Foreplay," Lord Tweedsmuir continued to play with his moustache.
* * *
Former United Nations Secretary-General Kofi Annan was having dinner with British Prime Minister Tony Blair at 10 Downing Street.
"So what will you do now that you've retired?" Tony Blair asked Kofi Annan.
"The same thing I did as UN Secretary-General," Annan replied, "nothing."
Blair laughed.
Blair's singing mechanical fish on the wall guffawed.
"So how are you enjoying your last days as Prime Minister of Britain?" Annan inquired.
"I shall miss the power," Blair lamented, "not to mention seeing my picture on the BBC Evening News every night."
"I must compliment you on this meal," Annan raised his glass of Irish Guinness beer, "nobody can make fish n'chips quite like the British."
"Fish n' chips is Britain's national dish," Blair agreed, "Fish n' chips are as British as the British sausage for which fictional British cabinet Minister of Administrative Affairs James Hacker fought for so passionately against idiotic European regulations emanating from Brussels- a fight which made him the fictional Prime Minister of Great Britain."
"I was a fan of the Yes Minister and Yes Prime Minister TV series myself," Kofi Annan downed the last of his Guinness, "I used to watch it on PBS New York all the time."
"I think most of PBS' programs are British are they not?" Blair took his Multiple Vitamin pills with his Guinness.
"Yes, most of the highest quality programs on American television are all British," Annan noted.
"I'm not surprised," Blair looked over at a display of Cow Dung Under Glass- a personal gift to him from US President George W. Bush.
"Tell me, Tony," Kofi put on some rap music on his ipod and started hip-hop dancing to it around the room, "do you believe there are such things as vampires and vampiresses?"
To be continued.
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