It is kinda unrestful when a guy crashes off a 14-hour flight and high-tails it for the comfort of the Mandarin and what does he find there but his message light is flashing, voice mail for you, sir, two nuclear warheads are awaiting collection at Kai Tak airport and seeing as space is limited will you kindly come and sign for them? Mom, there must be some mistake, I never order anything more lethal here than a large Auld Willie (the Spirit of Scotland) from the Captain's Bar, but what bushes me is whether the mistake comes courtesy of Harvey Q. Schicklgruber III.V, our new senior vice-president (strategy and tactics) who just happens to be the bank's aged president's favorite grand nephew. Two days ago Harvey calls me to ask if Hong Kong is closer to head office or to Moorgate, and if so, he wishes me to brush up on my Commercial Banking 101 which takes in bills of lading, and go see what happens to this consignment out of mainland China he gets the bank to finance, it mostly consists of two thousand sporting rifles made for local hunters in the panda season, so maybe the warheads are part of this. Such |