Jojo came into the pub looking flustered. She saw Pog’s slender figure and elfin features in a distant corner. When Jojo arrived Pog effortlessly dispersed the crowd of admirers who were hovering hopefully around her table.
“Well”, said Jojo, “what have you got?”
Pog raised an eyebrow.
Jojo was not in the mood for enigmatic, she had had a lot of enigmatic recently and, frankly, she didn’t feel that it was all it was cracked up to be. She sighed.
Pog sensing that her elfin good looks were not going to dissipate Jojo’s ire, cut to the chase.
“Look Jojo, it’s like this, I saw LJS, unconscious, leaving the bar with two women, one of them I didn’t recognise but the other looked remarkably like Norah Splogg”.
“Norah Splogg, nobel prize winning astrophysist and best-selling author?” asked Jojo in tones of deep scepticism.
“Norah Splogg, blog assasin and agent of HJB” countered Pog.
Jojo gasped. Could it be? Pog’s information was always good but she had never heard a whisper of this.
Pog raised her other eyebrow. It was a party trick and she liked to practise.
“Well” snapped Jojo, “what of it?”
“I’ve been doing some work for the army and I think I can get them to bring us to Heather’s Schloss” said Pog.
“What now?” asked Jojo startled.
“Yes now” said Pog impatiently “listen Jojo, don’t you realise that Heather has been wanting to get her hands on LJS for years. God knows what will happen if he stays in that Schloss. We haven’t got a moment to lose. Our only advantage is surprise, Heather doesn’t know that we are on to her.”
Jojo’s head span. “Damn it, Pog, we don’t even know that Heather’s involved. He could be at home in Bishopstown. And the Swiss police could get very difficult if we turn up and it’s all a false alarm”.
Pog raised both her eyebrows.
Jojo ran her hands through her perfectly cut and styled hair. “Oh alright Pog, let’s go” she said crossly.
They got up and left immediately only pausing for Jojo to ring her babysitter and explain that she might be a little late.
on 03 November 2004 at 12:55
The shame of it.
You could try having your lip & Eyebrow pierced, then joining them with fishing line. Voila! Raise your eyebrow A la Spock & you get the instant Elvis sneer as well. I’m sure it would look very attractive 🙂
on 03 November 2004 at 17:03
She is y’know. No cheese on her suede skirts, no sirree. Not never. Nohow. 
on 03 November 2004 at 21:18
Oh….. this is getting better. Carried off by NorahSplogg and a beautiful and nubile young accomplice – who’s probably a research assistant.
on 05 November 2004 at 17:09
I enjoyed that. The eyebrow part in particular had me *chortle*ing. For the record, I can do both eyebrows and the lip curl. Form an orderly queue ladies…Where did Bishopstown come from though?
on 06 November 2004 at 11:56
Hello there, glad you are all having fun w/pog’s eyebrows. Loc, just liked the idea of a super hero living somewhere as banal as Bishopstown.
