Right, I'm back! I'd give it a few minutes if I were you.
And I'd definitely give the fish course a miss.
Where were we? Ah yes: Grange Hill. Nice place, but I wouldn't want to live there. (Mr. Bronson. Mrs. McCluskey. Pills. Not a good combination. I'm still having therapy.)
I think I'll make use of the Travaglia Manoeuvre, which should get me to...
>> CLICKETY! <<
Oh him? He's my boss. Bit the worse for wear, I'm afraid. I don't what he was drinking.
Great Scott! I appear to have accidentally violently torn off my boss' glasses and hurled them onto that nice, shiny, rail over there. Yes, that one there, sitting on top of the shiny white ceramic mountings.
Give me a moment while I
push him off help him down to track level while nobody's looking...
>> BZZZEEEEERT! <<
Why no, officer! I have absolutely no idea what he was thinking!
The CCTV cameras were conveniently on the blink, were they? Gosh! How unfortunate!
No, no, no, officer! I swear, he stumbled, dropped his glasses and, before I could say anything, the poor fellow had leapt down from the platform to fetch them!
Where was I? Ah yes: