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The Traffic Warden
Bristow, who no longer drives to work, has no reason to fear her. He rather enjoys watching her distribute tickets to anyone rash enough to park on her patch. But when she issues a ticket to Miss Pretty of Kleenaphone his ire is raised and he becomes rather abusive. The warden shrugs it all off - she is used to insults and accepts it as part of the job. Eventually her hard heart is softened by the local policeman, a man fond of telling Bristow to "move along" even when he is shuffling into the staff entrance at C-Ps.
Bristow often encounters tramps when he visits the park. Possibly it's always the same tramp, but their meetings usually starts with the tramp retelling his sad life story. He will be an old Chester-Perry man, still nostalgic for the canteen and corridors of the office. He will have fallen from high office. Perhaps he said something out of line or maybe made the terrible mistake of falling for a temp. Now he is reduced to walking the streets in search of newspapers to keep himself warm. He instantly recognises Bristow as a C-P man by the House Journal - strip 2191- (which Bristow always takes in case the benches are damp) To Bristow he is the living symbol of the awful fate that awaits him should he ever be sacked. When the papers are stacked high on the desk and Fudge is ranting and raving, Bristow need only think of his tattered friend bedding down for the night beneath copies of the House Journal and he knows to keep his lip buttoned. Young Mr. Boggis is one of the uncounted number of bright schoolkids who gave it all up to join C-Ps and were badly disillusioned. Rather foolishly he tells Bristow that he wanted a job where he could use his initiative. Bristow responds with an initative test of his own - strip 4980. Then he runs foul of Bristow on his third day, who catches him inscribing graffiti in the lift and causes his dismissal. Boggis takes revenge in two ways - kicking Bristow furiously in the shins (safely covered with Jone's blotting paper) and then getting a job at Myles & Rudge in the office across the street and angling his telephone to dazzle Bristow. Then he sets up as a disco operator and naturally Elvis Boggis Travellin’ Music is booked to play the Sports & Social Club Annual Christmas Dinner & Dance. Wisely he draws his van up to the rear entrance and keeps the engine running. The dance continues as normal so perhaps the C-P masses enjoy Mr. Boggis' choice of popular music. Bristow works there as buying clerk for a few years. We learn this on the day that he runs into young Taylor who used to work with him. Inspired by Bristow’s determination to become a brain surgeon, Taylor leaves and builds up a successful ice-cream business. Bristow also meets Bernard Gentle and (separately) Arthur Aspel some years later. Gentle knows Bristow has made it as a brain surgeon "Its only the really successful who can dress down like that". Aspel, another one inspired by Bristow’s departure, is working as Santa Claus in a large store. "Drop in any time "says Bristow as he says goodbye "There’s always a fire burning in my hearth". Effandee seems to be a business partner of Chester-Perry's. One day Bristow receives a mystery phone call. The caller refuses to announce his identity and naturally Bristow spends a considerable amount of time in trying to guess. The caller turns out to be one Peter Thirkettle. The call ends in the usual way strip 5347 The Greedy Fella sandwich bar has a tragically short life. It opens in a blaze of glory near the C-P building and soon attracts many clerks away from Mr. Gordon Blue's stodgy cuisine. It even impresses the notoriously difficult Peterson of Public Relations strip 2546. But the pressure of inventing new fillings, preventing the curse of curly sandwiches and the sheer competition soon tell. Why the odd name? It must be pure coincidence that the manageress used to work in the Gun & Fames canteen where so much crockery and cutlery, decorated with that firm's initials, was to hand. This is the place to go for exploding cigars, electric handshakes, fake spiders and ink blots and arrows sticking out from the head. Bristow is a regular customer, particularly before any formal occasion or when a temp is expected in the typing pool. There used to be a fair number of these shops but these days people just don't appreciate the joy of a fake plastic fried egg or a cushion that makes a farting noise like they used to.
A regular customer places his usual order (just before the Christmas Dinner & Dance, before you ask) Also, don't ask why Joe appears to be a Frenchman. |
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