Leroy Cool Meets Loony Larry O’Hara

 


Excuse me, aren’t you Larry O’Hara?

 


Thinks: That’s a strange thing to say. And a strange accent.
Says: Larry who?

 


Larry O’Hara, the publisher of Notes From The Borderland?

 


Me?

 


Yes, I thought I recognised you from YouTube.

 


Oh.

 


Are you?

 


Am I what?

 


Larry O’Hara.

 


Er, who wants to know?

 


Me.

 


And you are?

 


Leroy. I’m studying here on a fellowship.

 


Oh, where are you from? That sounds like an American accent.

 


I’m from New York.

 


Thinks: I thought so. He probably works for the CIA, even though he’s a n...

 


???

 


...non-descript type. What are the chances of an American student recognising me in the street like that?
Says: I see. What are you studying?

 


History and government.

 


Thinks: History and government? The same as Mark Taha, that guy who works with Alexander Baron. That can’t be a coincidence. I always thought there was something very suspicious about those two.
Says: Right, I suppose you would be. You’re at university here?

 


No. I’m researching at Kew at the moment.

 


Thinks: Kew, Baron has researched there. And David Irving.

 


And I’ve got a couple of dissertations to read at Middlesex University.

 


Thinks: Middlesex, that’s where Gerry Gable got his MA in criminology. Yikes, it’s clear now, he’s a spy for Baron, Taha, Irving and Gable; they’re all working for the Secret State.

 


Are you coming to that meeting tonight?

 


Meeting, what meeting?

 


The one at the House Of Commons, about intervention in the Middle East.

 


Is there?

 


Yes, it was advertised in your magazine.

 


What magazine?

 


Notes From The Borderland.

 


What makes you think that’s my magazine?

 


Well, you are Larry O’Hara, aren’t you?

 


Did I say that?

 


I’m not sure, did you?

 


Thinks: This is looking very suspicious now. Why’s he playing dumb?

 


Well, I can see you have a lot on your mind. Catch up with you at the meeting, maybe. Bye.

 


Thinks: That was close, I’m glad he wasn’t carrying an umbrella, but how did he know I’ve got a lot on my mind? He must have hacked my mobile phone.

 

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