The Visitation Of ChopChop: First Phase

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Not for the first time, our discussions have inadvertently led to the summoning of the Overlord of the Birds.

Fortunately, these visitations do not last long but, in the meantime, we need to put up with him. However, let me put your mind at rest: he's always peaceful and respectful, despite having the changeable head of a bird, and he has a wealth of improbable anecdotes, a heartfelt love of cricket and an admirable distrust of politicians. Admittedly, he's also excessively fond of practical jokes, is slightly too obsessed with dancing and is prone to stealing food from your plate when you're not looking. Incidentally, ChopChop is a name that he refuses to acknowledge but, I think, secretly enjoys.

ChopChop's appearances follow a broadly predictable course and began this time with him meeting up with old friends, including Max the cat. (The Professor has on occasion offered the opinion that the cat may be "pulling the strings". The occasion in question is usually just after a glass or two of fine Bordeaux).  

ChopChop Walks With Friends By the Sea

ChopChop then revisited his celebrated amateur career as an unorthodox but swashbuckling number 3 batsman for the Greenbooth Village Cricket Team. As usual, he attracted admirers wherever the team played.

ChopChop's Parade Through Greenbooth Village

Inevitably, ChopChop began to offer his services again as a Dancing Master.

ChopChop As A Dancing Master


Obviously, I will continue to track and report ChopChop's appearances and activities until we're "out of the woods".
Location: Greenbooth

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