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-{{a|opcoboone|}}The artist once known as the Barber sat alone and isolated in a dingy internal office. A mildewed graveyard of [[tombstone]]s stretched away across his desk hemmed in and overgrown by gnarled stacks of [[offering circular]]s, overgrown [[trust deed]]s and rotten closing agendas, belching [[side letter]]s and half-wrecked [[amendment agreement]]s into a wastepaper basket.
+{{a|opcobooneadventure|{{image|Edd  Sweeney|png|Edd Sweeney}}}}A gunmetal sky was spotting Barrington Road with fat cold [[blob]]s as the station clock struck nine. The underground exhaled a sullen gust of musty commuters onto the pavement. A squabble of black brollies erupted and dispersed. Left behind: a thin damp silhouette stooped beneath the dripping eves. [[Edd Sweeney]] was possessed of neither brolly nor coat and was, as usual, late.
+He sighed, tucked his chin into his collar and set off.
+Neither he, nor of the brolly-wielding pigeons about him, noticed the great bird perched atop the broken battlements lining the  tenement across the road. Nor did the workmen affixing a new sign to the tired bricks below it: EAGLE DWELLINGS.
+Sweeney snagged a copy of The Morning Bugle and opened it over his head. He did not notice the billboard: FUNDAMENTAL PARTICLE DISCOVERED. The paper was sopping grey rag within a minute. Sweeney scuttled along.
+He hopped over a puddle. Behind him, an urgent toot. “Hi, Sweeney, old man!”
+Sweeney turned to see a plump face, dressed about with apple cheeks, floppy hair and emerging from an outsized chalk-stripe suit, beaming at him from a taxi.
+“Oh, hallo, [[Roly Punchface|Roly]].”
+“I say, aren’t you running a bit late, old boy?”
+“I am a bit, yes.”  Sweeney drew near, in unexpectant hope.
+Roly slapped the taxi door happily. “Cripes, ''I’m'' late enough, and I’ve got wheels! Oh well: See you at the office! Don’t get too wet!”  Roly shunted up the window. “Let’s crack on, driver!”
+The taxi pulled back into the traffic, drenching his trousers as it went.
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+The artist once known as the Barber collected a sheaf from the printer and stalk back towards the office that he shared with Roly.
+A mildewed graveyard of [[tombstone]]s stretched away across his desk hemmed in and overgrown by gnarled stacks of [[offering circular]]s. He cleared a space for his printing, triggering an avalanche in a nearby stack. A wad of [[trust deed]]s and closing agendas cascaded into a wastepaper basket, belching [[side letter]]s and half-wrecked [[amendment agreement]]s as it went.
+Elements of the blues brothers putting the band back together and wake up neo. BJA costs in the through some technological technology service then makes his way into the office in a client meeting room. Also no element of weird wizards at the beginning of Harry potter that he sees all around is Fleet Street office.
 {{Quote|''I’m reviewing <br>The [[confirmation]]<br>Can a fellow be a minion all his days?<br>All the folders — this information<br>Who knew a bank could [[set-off]] in oh, so many ways?''}}
-“I say has, that deal of yours gone [[pear-shaped]]?” Barber looked up at a smug, pudgy, floppy-haired youth, leaning on his door-jamb. The kid pronounced it “paar”.
+“I say has, that deal of yours gone [[pear-shaped]]?” Barber looked up at a smug, pudgy, floppy-haired youth, leaning on his door-jamb. The kid pronounced it ''paar''.
 The Barber sighed. “Yes, Roly, you could say that.”
+Barbers head was framed by poster of the grand canyon bearing the legend “''[[Keep going]]: it may not be by the path you anticipated; it may not be the outcome you expect, but you will get there. Don’t give up!”
+Barbers skin was grey, his complexion waxen.
 One more closing agenda slid spontaneously — gratefully — into the wastepaper basket.
-“File that one in the circular filing cabinet,” quipped Roly. He pronounced it “sarcular”. “I had one earlier this week that properly cratered. Client was a ''total'' wally.” He pronounced it “taytle”.
+“File that one in the circular filing cabinet,” quipped Roly. He pronounced it ''sahcular''. “I had one earlier” — ''ahleear'' — “this week that properly cratered. Client was a ''total''” — ''taytle'' — “wally.”
+Sweeney gets his taxi hijacked by the client. Client taxi arrives but Sweeney can't persuade the taxi driver of the mistake and he sits there, until Roly arrives and strolls in.  Later Roly rolls by.
+Client blames all its own errors on Sweeney.  Sweeney can't defend himself in the meeting
+Roly gets acosted by some brutal rentseekers in an alley. barber sees it, goes down and pulls some legal ninja moves. he has to put a stupefying move on Roly so he doesn't know. Barber continues to get roly out of trouble, roly wakes up and assumes it is something he did himself, and lords it over stupid barber. basically a hong kong phooey vibe.