Part 3, Chapter 5, of RFV.A Chapter by Danny Zil
FIVE Arthur was a stocky man with a big pointed
nose and a very strange hairstyle " his hair was in the process of leaving him
and he’d tried to conceal this by using an ear to ear parting with his hair combed
forwards. It looked really convincing and natural. He was dressed in a dark
blue suit and carried a briefcase. Two other men had strode in behind him and
promptly bumped into him when he had halted. He turned and glared at them. “This is brother “Afternoon,” they said in unison to the
room. “Afternoon, brother Valory,” Arthur said,
putting his briefcase on a table. Valory stood up and took his cap off in
deference to this tremendously important man. “Afternoon, Mr Ackley,” he said,
grinning proudly. Arthur nodded at him. “Right, brother
Valory sent for us because of trouble at pit. Sorry about the cliché. In case
you others don’t know, we represent the biggest union on Klyzemadex. We’re the Klyzemadex
Unified National Team Strikeforce.” Young Wilf sniggered. “Kunts!” he muttered. Arthur glared at him. “Watch it, lad!” he
warned, holding a fist up to him. “Easy Arthur,” Thropely said pacifyingly.
“Lad were just takin initial letters o yer group an formin name wi ’em.” “Aye, it’s easy way to remember things,”
added Stan. “It’s called first letter anemonic” Thropely laughed. “Don’t be daft, Stan!
Anemonic is small plant like animal wi long tendrils that lives in sea. Word
you’re lookin for is ankerite.” It was Just then a drunk Sir Ashley staggered in.
His wig was on sideways so he too had an ear to ear parting. “Look Arthur, he’s copying your hairstyle!”
“Shutit,” Arthur replied. “Allo Sir Ashley,” said Sir Ashley sank onto a sofa and frowned.
“Oh yes!” he said. “He played cricket for It was Valory’s turn to laugh. “Don’t be
daft, Sir Ashley!” he said. “Lad you’re thinkin about was E.J.Anker. Lost both
legs in tragic accident at It was Wilf’s turn to laugh. “Don’t be daft,
our Valory!” he said. “E.J.Anker lived in Roger cleared his throat loudly. “I think
this conversation is getting a bit silly!” he declared. “It is, lad,” Arthur agreed. “Let’s stop
all this and get back to reason why we’re here. I vote we have a few moments
silence to remind ourselves of the problems in Klyzemadex’s pits an get our
roles straight in our heads again.” “Agreed!” Arthur glared at him. “You can’t agree to
motions and second them as well, you twat!” he reprimanded. “Who’ll second the motion then?” Arthur
asked. Roger cleared his throat again. “Well,
actually I disagree with the motion,” he said. “Blackball!” Derick sneered. “Scab!” Colin sneered. “Shutit you two,” Arthur ordered. “The
brother here’s entitled to his opinion, even if it clashes with mine, I mean
ours,” he quickly corrected. “That’s not what you said earlier, Arthur,”
“Yeah, you said if anybody’s opinion
clashed with yours we had to Arthur tugged at his shirt collar and
looked a bit uncomfortable. “You “Yeah, you “There’s lots of different kinds of wood,”
Derick told him. “It could be pick handles or shovel handles or--” “For Christ sake shutit,” said Arthur. “Or rakes with the prongs taken off or
small trowels with the digging bits rem--” “I said shutit!!” yelled Arthur. Arthur shook his head. “Now let’s hear what
the brother has to say about why he disagrees with the motion of having a few moments
silence so we can get our roles straight in our heads again. Roger cleared his throat again for the
third time in a page. “Well actually I’m rather fed up with this role I’ve been
given,” he began, a little self-consciously. “I’ve been depicted as a rather
weedy, ineffectual sort, naïve at times, hysterical at others.” “Ye’ve been in novel from start, haven’t
ye, lad?” said Thropely. “Well yes I have.” “Then stop f****n moanin!” Stan sniggered. “Aye, we had t’ wait ages
before we came into it.” “But it’s not fair!” ranted Roger. “I don’t
want to be like this.” “Best not t’ complain, love. Things could
get a lot worse for ye.” “Aye, yer right there, “Oh I
don’t care!” Roger said dramatically. “I’m fed up being like this. I want to be
a strong forceful character. I want to be handsome and have women fall at my
feet. I want to be witty and debonair. I want to be the dead “Told ye, love. That’s you gettin punished
for not bein grateful that ye were in book from start,” “Aye, Ah’ve come across it afore,” said
Thropely. “Characters start saying things they don’t really want to. Can’t
control themselves, like” “Who’s “Used t’ be a cowboy in films way back
hundreds of years ago,” Stan told him. “What’s a cowboy?” asked a puzzled Wilf. Arthur thumped the table. “Right brothers,
let’s get down to business!” he said forcefully. “The union team is here
because brother Valory asked us to intervene in the trouble at the pit. So if I
could ask the brother to sum up the problem for us.” Valory rose. “Well brothers, it’s the
Germans,” he began, looking round at everyone. “They’re takin over every pit on
Klyzemadex an forcin all miners t’ speak german.” Arthur shook his head. “B******s!” he spat.
“It’s obvious they need taught a lesson and this is the time to do it.” Valory applauded, an adoring smile on his
face. “It’s time for the working man on Klyzemadex
to show these Germans they can’t be pushed around,” Arthur went on. Valory applauded again and cheered. “Yes, this is a golden opportunity to bring
this whole f*****g planet to its knees!” Arthur finished. Valory halted in mid-applause. Bring the planet
to its knees!? He hadn’t expected this kind of reaction from Arthur. Maybe a
little strike. Just a smallish one. No, that was a bit harsh " maybe a strongly
worded letter to the pit management, as long as it didn’t hurt anybody’s
feelings. But bringing the planet to its knees!? “Yes its knees!” said Arthur. “If we play
our cards right I can see this strike lasting for Arthur paused and glanced round the
enthralled audience of a bemused Roger, distraught Valory, slumbering Sir
Ashley and quietly sniggering Thropely and Stan. “Look at the state of this planet,” Arthur
went on, disgust in his voice. “It’s stable, it’s prosperous, it’s peaceful,
there’s full employment…and now the b*****d Germans want to rule it! Because
believe me they won’t stop at the pits!! They’ll only stop when they rule the
planet!!!” Thunderous applause followed this. It died
down when “Lad’s got point though, hasn’t he,” Thropely
muttered to Stan. “Aye, he has that,” replied Stan. “Right, what we want is some action.
Newspaper coverage of the strike, tv interviews, radio interviews, that sort of
stuff. We’ve got to get our message across. Derick " you handle the media.” “Usual way?” Derick asked, bringing out a
blackjack and thumping it in and out of his hand. “No,” Arthur said. “Use some subtlety.” “ Arthur nodded. “Next, we’ve drawn up a list
of demands,” he went on. “We’re having an all out strike until each and every
one of our demands are met fully. Roger laughed loudly. Everyone turned to
look at him. He flushed. “Something funny, brother,” Arthur asked. “Sorry,” said a flustered Roger. “I was
made to laugh there for no reason.” “Ah warned ye, love,” “Can we get on?” Arthur asked. “Right “What the bleeding hell is that crap!?”
Arthur barked at him. “That’s a letter,” Arthur said to him.
“You’re reading a bloody letter. Where’s our list of demands?” “And stop darting your eyes round the room
like that,” Arthur warned him. “You know it gives you a migraine. Now where’s
our list of demands?” “On its way to my mum and dad in place of
this letter,” “Christ, he’s for it,” Thropely muttered to
Stan. “Should be good,” Stan muttered back,
grinning. “I didn’t hear you say that, Arthur the Vengeful was still staring at
the ceiling and tapping his foot. “Oh forget it,” he told him. “Anybody can
make a mistake.” “But you make them ALL THE F*****G
TIME!!” Arthur yelled directly into his ear. Valory and Roger cringed. The others
sniggered. “Ye’ll have t’ sit down an re-do yer
demands, lad,” Thropely advised Arthur. Arthur nodded. “I know.” He glanced down at
the unconscious “ Arthur’s head sank into his hands. “I mean
round, as in conscious,” he said from between his fingers. “Oh. Right,” muttered Derick. Young “Sorry Arthur,” he muttered groggily. Arthur shook his head in disgust. He took a
few moments to compose himself then started a dramatic speech. “Brothers,” he
said, his voice thick with emotion and phlegm, I see this coming struggle
against the Germans as a first class opportunity to unite the working classes
on this planet in an ongoing situation which will further my, ah their cause,
the cause of trade unionism in general.” “Christ, here we go,” muttered Thropely. “For too many years now the working man on
this planet has been led up the garden path by the bosses,” Arthur went on. “Hear hear!” added Valory. Arthur nodded at him. “It’s now time for
them to be led up the garden path by somebody else " me, I mean themselves.
It’s time the bosses were brought to their knees so the people who really
deserve it can run the planet the way they want to under my leadership.” Thunderous applause from “So let’s get organised then, brothers,”
said Arthur. “We’ll be bringing out the dockers, the steelworkers and the
railwaymen in support of the miners. Valory opened his mouth as if he was about
to say something, thought better of it, closed his mouth and slipped out of the
room. “What, right now?” “Now,” said Arthur. Colin and Derick glanced at each other,
shrugged then unzipped their trousers and began to reach into them. “Not those members!” Arthur told them. “Pricks!” a bold Roger said then clapped a
hand over his mouth as everyone laughed. Just then Valory arrived back, looking a
little sheepish. “Christ that was quick, brother Valory,”
Arthur said. “Well done. Did you get the message out then?” Valory stared at the floor. “Well…Ah didn’t
like t’ mention it before, Mr Ackley but…but…” “But what?” Arthur asked. “We don’t have any dockers or steelworkers
or railwaymen.” Arthur looked at him for a moment then
bowed his head. “So they won’t join the union, the b******s?” “It’s not that they won’t join the union,
Mr Ackley, it’s just that there aren’t any.” Something occurred to Arthur. He turned to
Colin. “How many transport workers have you got?” he asked. Colin bit his lip. “How many?” Arthur persisted. “None,” Colin told him. Arthur turned to Derick. “And how many
electricians in your union?” he asked. Derick smiled. “Well actually quite a lot,”
he said, enthusiastically, “but the only problem is that they’re all away on
holiday just now…all of them…to other planets.” “How many?” Arthur asked. “None,” Derick admitted. “So how many of us are there all together,
including the phantom holiday makers?” Colin and Derick looked away. Pretended
they’d seen something really interesting out the French windows. Brushed
imaginary fluff from their clothes. Wished they were somewhere else. “How many?” Arthur asked. “Well there’s you, me, Derick and Valory,”
Colin finally told him. Arthur’s head sank down on to the table. He
started slowly beating his fists on it. “Four!” he wailed. “F*****g four!”
Separated from stardom by reality, he wept. The very bold Roger stood up. “You said you
were going to bring the planet to its knees!” he reminded Arthur. “With four
people!? Its knees!? Ha! You couldn’t even bring it to its f*****g elbows!! The room dissolved into laughter, Roger
clapped his hand over his mouth and a still weeping Arthur was led out by © 2012 Danny Zil |
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