Treacle's Swirl

Swirling into the church through the double doors the crowd dispersed. Puff. Treacle n Twoply at their trumpeted posts.

6 feet.
6 feet! What’s that. 1.50 meters?
No.
2 meters?

Spot on Dilly - 1.82 meters rounded up to one significant figure.
Oh.

Have you never heard of feet and inches? (continued the garrulous ravings and admonitions of Mr Winson Twoply)

So there it is.
She’s succumbed to social butterfly purity fallacy and has formally incrassated herself to the fettered law of Mr Twoply.

As they kneel at the alter, soloist Aunt Tabitha drops her eyes imperceptibly (poignancy of unspoken grief) singing “I don’t have to try” in sotto mezzo.

Seemingly she knew more.

Ah Tabitha. Tabitha.

She always knows what’s going on. Tricky bit is she says nothing. Her rule of thumb? When in doubt let the process have clout.

She wondered idly how long. Two babies and 5 years? One and 7? Who knows. Doesn’t matter. The aunt had walked out of hell into a life. The trail had been blazed.

Treek had been close to Tabitha at times. Tabitha knew them to be too much alike for her to entertain cretins further than default use by dates. Her lesson was to self-identify them through hard experience, especially the silky smooth lovers of law.

Mrs Treacle Twoply !!

Fast forward 3 or 4 years and she’ll be grieving she never took that ticket to counter-culture freedom, barmaid @ Tilly’s

Oh well thought the singer, better the hard way than no way (Treek and Winsy exchange rings)

Hmm. Think. Perhaps a long, very long time ago in …it evades me. I’ll be passive about my hmm voice. Reign by hush-hush.

Bartender Treacle

One fine afternoon Braille Medhead’s deacon Dick invites Matty Mortlock Treek and mob to the local club, finding themselves on the other side of the bar to Darius and Zac, barmen uni students at UC and ANU

Dick, chatty leader of the moment and club regular, discovers the boys are soon to travel to the US and South America. Coming back to his table, he retells the story to Treek and cronies.

Treacle, never having seen such a club before, found herself delighting in the arbitrary nonchalance of the clientele. She wondered hazily could she do a course to get a bar ticket? Problem is she’s banned from speaking to outsiders, particularly men. Maybe Dick and Medhead would allow her to work in a women’s only bar. Goodness gracious me, surely not Tilley’s for such a special girl.

Treacle Goes Religious

Following arrival of death certificate for Tank Noir, de-composed suitor to air-head celebrity Treacle Tangent, the troubled 16 yr old has sworn allegiance to Braille Medhead, cult leader of Grape Ministries.
Matty Mortlock, celebrity manager and executive hypnotist within Grape says of the contract “We’ve instituted blanket plans to subsume Treacle’s mind into full zombie subservience showcasing what can be achieved when duped Canberran’s chant joyously with the Lower Molonglo Treatment Works” adding “how wonderful it is to prey on awakening realizations of mortality in our self-obsessed youth”

ZAP editors, recognising our readership could get bored by Treacles neo-clean image, have sent special envoy Ghoul Compost-Lloyd o/s to document sinister threads of intrigue and rot within the extended family.
http://timezombie.blogspot.com/2010/10/kindred-cocktail.html

(http://timezombie.blogspot.com/2010/06/muderous-intent-in-camp-z-dame-oprah.html)

ZAP Encryption Guru Cracks TANGENT Security

In a world first, 48 bit Number Cruncher Hybrid Byte has cracked State-of-the-Art data links into the TANGENT compound.
Using a modified crystal set, pink caviar, and a dangerously over-clocked quantum computer, Mr. Byte captured images direct from the inner sanctum ...Treacle Tangent's Bedroom !!
Due to a treacherous leak within ZAP, Treacle was alerted to the situation before any truly toxic images could be aired.
In a blitzkrieg of absolute control, AFP data police re-routed proprietary ZAP networks direct to The Lodge, Canberra.
We understand Kelvin Stud, recently in therapy over the 16 yr old pop-star, has suffered a major setback. Leading psychiatrists within The Lodge, suggest Mr. Stud is unlikely to recover.
Two ZAP images, released yesterday have been blamed for the Chiefs' Meltdown:

These suggest Tank Noir, Treacles' current boyfriend, breached compound security gaining entry to the girls' bedroom. He then left a bold message on Treacle's misty east facing window.

Mr. Gerard Tentacle Tangent, Treacles' ultra-protective Dad, is reported to be pleased at Tanks' ingenuity.

Mr. Tangent, who hand picked Noir as suitable for Treacle (http://timezombie.blogspot.com/2010/05/treacle-gets-man.html) is said to be delighted the boy did not take advantage of his power over the situation. That Treacle, regardless of her outrageously brazen persona, was still found to be "intact"