Aristocrats from all around gathered in Kensington

Aristocrats from all around gathered in Kensington Hall to determine whose china was gleamiest. Madam Paddingston set her chip-and-dip serving china on the judging table. Gasps of

sheer delight ricocheted through Kensington Hall as the frilly gentry fawned over the china. Madam Paddington's gauche Alice Cooper tableware stole the show in all it's grotesque

decor. The tableware could not be ignored by the audience. They sat in awe as Madam Paddington showed her boorish attitude towards the commoners. Left to his own devices,

Having decided to murder his party guest before she ruined it, Sir Byron quickly schemed with his father, the Crown Prosecutor, to make a party game of Madam Paddington's demise.

"Let's all play 'Who Murdered Madam Paddington'?" suggested Sir Byron playfully as he slipped the doomed woman a poisoned G & T. "Goody," said the Crown Prosecutor, "Let's hide in

the soft drink repository!" Would you believe it? Sir Byron didn't tell the crown prosecutor he'd just poisoned her! What a cad. Tsk tsk. Byron and Ol' Ma Hubbard still had other

doggies to give bones to. They went to her cupboard, but when they found the doggy already chewing on a bone, Byron and Mother Hubbard decided it was time to traipse up to the bed

store for tea and crumpets. The seating was divine and the people watching truly engrossing. There were certainly perks to living underneath a bed store, Mother Hubbard thought.

Mother Hubbard was an inconsiderate old buzzard. Had she no concern for Mother Goose and whatever geese might have had their down forcefully sourced for the bed shop above?!!!