Saturday, 28 August 2010

Saturday Wordzzle 124

Hooray, it's Saturday, after a packed week - and a Bank Holiday on Monday!

I'm responsible for the words this week so no griping from me about how hard they are, although if anybody knows what on earth cold-stone is meant to be, let me know, because I have no idea why I included it.

To see the words for next week's challenge and read other players' offerings, go to Raven's Nest.

The Mini (fluid, acreage, fasten, tripe, pages)

“Cover that amount of acreage with that amount of muck? You don’t ‘arf talk a lot of tripe, Ted Weatherby!” exclaimed Walter, looking up briefly from his examination of the racing pages. Ted took a moment to drain the last dregs of fluid from his beer mug before replying. “Well, that’s your opinion, Walter Fieldhouse, but I tell you – “ He stopped suddenly, interrupted by a loud twang coming from the vicinity of Walter’s midriff. The piece of string that that worthy had been using for years to fasten his trousers had finally given up the ghost, releasing the full volume of his ample stomach from its increasingly inadequate confinement, and it now flowed out from the top of his trousers like some vast hairy avalanche. “Looks like there’s some more acreage that wants coverin’”, observed a grinning Sally from behind the bar.

The 10-worder (corner, cold-stone, rolex, sole, effortless, raindrops, eyebrow, speaker, amusing, leapt)

New to Harold? The story so far is here.

His name was Steve Corner and he had been in telecoms ever since he’d managed to escape the dunghill town (as he privately thought of it) of Cold-Stone, Missouri. Although he’d been armed only with his high school diploma when he escaped, he’d impressed the hiring manager at Rainbow Telecom enough to get a place as a trainee engineer. He’d been bright and hard-working, and in a few short years had made it to Lead Systems Engineer, a good, well-paid position.

This morning, he was whistling Raindrops Keep Falling on my Head softly to himself as he sat down in front of his computer and logged in for another shift. His inbox was bulging with all the usual work requests, chasers for work requests, company Health and Safety bulletins and the like. One email, however, caught his eye. It was from a sender he hadn’t heard from in a while and had really hoped not to have to hear from ever again.

The sender was RolexBoy99. Steve sighed: they’d been trainees together and close friends once upon a time. So much so that RolexBoy had been the one he’d turned to when he’d hit and killed a pedestrian one night while driving home from a night out. There’d been no witnesses and Steve had fled the scene, terrified of what he’d done. RolexBoy had been supportive, had even urged him to go the cops at first, but had stood by him even when he hadn’t.

After a few months, RolexBoy had moved to another job and that had been that – until the emails started. They had always been just simple requests, getting Steve to alter RolexBoy’s phone records and reduce his bill, give him unlimited texts, that kind of thing. This one was different, though.

Hi Steve

One last favour – and I do mean the last one ever this time, buddy. I need the text of all messages sent to and from these numbers since 00:00 this morning


Do this for me and you’ll never hear from me again, promise.


Accessing subscribers’ messages without authorisation was cause for instant dismissal, of course, but Steve’s heart leapt at the thought of never having to give in to RolexBoy’s blackmail attempts ever again.

His hands fairly flew over the keyboard in an effortless dance of access codes and menu-shortcuts. Soon he had the information on screen. There was very little activity, as it tuned out. All of the traffic, it seemed, had been between just one of the numbers in RolexBoy’s list and one other.

There were several outbound calls – not answered, evidently, then an exchange of texts, starting with an outgoing one:

07993345276: All safe here. Please call or text as soon as possible. Othello.
07744332257: Safe also. Box says there is a traitor in OGS. Meet us at 1472 Goose Egg Drive. H
07744332257: Do you have an ETA? H
07744332257: Do you have an ETA? H
07744332257: Do you have an ETA? H
07993345276: On our way. O.

Out of curiosity, Steve called up the subscriber names for the two numbers. The first one was registered to Aunt Aggie’s Family Cheesecake Company, the second to a Mr Raymond Donnelley.

Not recognising any of the names, Steve shrugged and pasted all the information into a reply email and hit send. Now maybe RolexBoy would finally leave him alone. He started whistling again.

Seconds later, a tinny little computer speaker beeped to alert its user to an incoming email. The user shut down the game of solitaire with which he had been amusing himself and opened up the message.

It was a good thing he was currently the sole occupant of the room – his air-punch and whispered exclamation of Yessss! would have raised more than one eyebrow.


  1. That first story is HILARIOUS! You know, Cold Stone Creamery really exists & the Peanut Butter Cup Perfection really is my favorite ice cream in the whole world - so I thought that word was just fine LOL.

    As for Harold - how very mysterious! Can't wait to find out the meaning of the texts...

  2. Brilliant as always. You made me laugh out loud yet again this week with the mini. I love laughing out loud. Brilliant solutions to the words and of course Harold's story is something I continue to look forward to every week. Rolexboy. Too clever.

    Thanks again for supplying the words.

  3. Bug - Cold Stone creamery eh? Am I channelling ice cream parlours now? The texts are the ones between Harold and Othello earlier in the day when Harold and Box were at the house and the rest were back at OGS HQ.

    Raven - Glad you're enjoying. Sorry the words were a bit awkward.


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