War Part II After enjoying...

War Part II

After enjoying an hours tranquility the ceasefire officially ended at 10.25am.  The sound of those famous words once again bellowed out from the open windows of the estate's flats.  'Thanks for joining us and we'll see you next time' uttered the Kyle.  No sooner had his words left his mouth than rumblings began coming at me from every direction.  Stuck in no-mans land, this reporter could see the rival massives leave their humble abodes and began approaching the battlefield armed with industrial strength paint thinner, air-rifes and empty bottles of Bacardi from the morning's breakfast.

As both sides squared up on opposite sides of the boiler house it was difficult to pick a winner.  Each force was roided up to the max and topped up with some of Dwayne 'Dangerous Dave's' homemade Meth.  However, just as each side began to exchange insults about their rivals mothers an unexpected twist occured.  From the west approached a battalian of bald, twenty stone, tatooed lunatics.  The blokes they had with them were no better.  It appeared that Tremgarth had grown tired of being left out of local news and had come to prove that they were just as psychopathic as all the other residents of the Mille.  Not only that, but they were also claiming that Miss E. Logan, the cause of the troubles, was rightfully their Ho, proof of which was delivered to this reporter in the middle of the battle ground.  After twisting and turning the photographs for a while I was soon able to make out the acts being performed by Miss Logan in the Adventure and had to applaud the flexibility and athleticism she showed on the benches and against the Oak trees.  My gasps drew attention from several of the warmongering residents who gathered around me to get a better look.

''That can't be her ass' exclaimed one local. 'The dirty little minx'!

'Oi', yelled a disgruntled female as she snatched a poloroid from my hands.  She had recognised the tattoo of Tupac on one of the cocks and began to give chase to the unlucky lad whose actions had been caught on film.

'That's not possible is it'? enquired the local lollipop man.

The photographs had proved to be a useful respite which gave this reporter time to track down the elusive Miss Logan and settle this issue once and for all.  So, with his usual charm and wit, this reporter was able to convince the angry mob to return home for Trisha while I began my search for the supple temptress and to hear what she had to say.