Left Munich at 8.35 p.m. on 1st May, arriving

Left Munich at 8.35 p.m. on 1st May, arriving at Vienna early next morning; should have arrived at 6.46, but train was an hour late. Buda-Pesth seems a wonderful place, from the

handbook I received, but I'm uncertain as to what my first stop should be. I suppose I could Google for ideas. Travel Diary Entry #2 This place is horrible. I gotta get out befo-

Hello. I'm just here to interrupt the story. No particular reason. Do carry on!

Carry on? Carrion? "Those whippersnappers should think twice before calling me carrion," Old Joe told to himself. He turned off the TV and hobbled over to window. They were here.

The buzzards stared at him with intense eyes through the window panes. "Maybe I am carrion after all," mumbled Old Joe. He backed slowly away from the window with fixated eyes, and

reached for his rosary hanging from his sweating neck. As the two stared at one another, a flurry of bullets suddenly streamed through the air, it was Agent Michael Scarn.

Of all the secret agents in the world, Agent Scarn was the best at twisting plots. Fortunately, he was armed with an egg beater and a handful of twisty ties, which he used to

strangle his victims to death. Or so he thought. Half the time they escaped the minute he would turn his back. Scarn wasn't the brightest if ag

animal husbandry, he wished he had actually tried it. His shame followed him to this day. There was no joy in a career as an accountant. They had taken that from him.