Mark Drums/Vocals

Name: Chicken Parma & a pot thanks
Eyes: Do you take mastercard?
Shoe Size: No I'm going back tomorrow to check it out.
Favourite TV show: What do you mean you haven't got any left?
What the hell are you talking about?: But they ordered after me - how does that work?
Ah Mark - we trying to do your profile? Well what have you got left then?
Mark! Profile! Get with the program!!: Hold on I've got another call.
Look just forget it alright: Yes I am interested in long distance savings. Very interested.

It was a dark and stormy night. Jessica had just returned from Inveness to find the manor in a dreadful state. What Giles & Francine had been up to she had no idea. But now they were nowhere to be found.
Furious at first, she now began to worry; where were they? It was not like them to be out this late, especially so close to St Smiggens day.
Jessica had been concerned when she saw the goats head impaled on the gate to the estate, but she just thought it was those Mitchel boys again. After all, the rain had been much heavier this year, and without a parade to organise Mabel was at her wits end.
Suddenly there was a loud knock at the door. "Who is it?" Jessica asked nervously.

To be continued...

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