THE KDP AND SOME VETERANS

Coming back from ... coming back, I caught sight of some event happening by the KDP HQs. Of Course, having something to do with the reds, it couldn't be anything good, so I parked my motor car and headed that way. 

 

Sadly, by the time I made it there, the veteran's protest had already ended. So I decided to interview the commies for their side of the story. Things got heated when I held on to their filing cabinet to regain my balance ... errr ... only to find out it was the door to a secret passage. When I tried to get some sort of explanation from them I only got threats and a lot of attitude. I eventually ended up being locked behind the secret door. By the time they let me out I was so out of it I drove onto a lorry. Luckily a group veterans came to check I was OK. Thank goodness there are still some manners in this world of ours! Wait for the article in the Tageblatt, commies!

We had a full house at the keller after that cough cough

Frau Jo very pleased with herself.... a lot of money to be made at long last.

My sources sent word (and a photograph) of a mysterious figure in the night while we all got hammered... merry I mean. Apparently he is some Huxley, not THE Huxley, sadly. My RL driver would love to meet the gent.

Is it me or the men on the poster seem to be mocking the mysterious Huxley?

When I left the Keller I found Herr Cice, one of the commies, had blocked my way with his horrid red wheels. I naturally tried to drive over it. Only fair...

Another for the road... to bed.

And, don't forget....