Honeycomb was an East-London born and bred man had started out as a market stall trader in his teens and worked his way up, unlike Sachs who had inherited the family business from Ralph Sachs senior after finishing a business degree at Harvard. As it is, phweeep … XXX #2 and #3 chortled. “Huh-uh, huh-uh, huh-uh. One used to fly one’s jolly whirly-copter around, machine-gunning those damned Tallybun fellows just like in a video game. Splitters!” hissed #1, now beginning to salivate slightly after so much hissing. Unnoticed they made their way to a table of canapés, picking a plate each and blending into the crowd. They watched carefully as, across the road, a television news crew filmed an interview with a man wearing a hi-visibility waistcoat. Hiding from view behind a curtain he peered out into Downing Street below. They all sound the same to me.” he trilled.
