The Berwickshire Oligarch (Harris Tweed hacking jacket, Barbour, brogues, cavalry twill trousers) in the waiting room at Berwick Station with his Oligarch spouse(Harris Tweed etc etc)-both looking down their noses at the plebs-was when not glaring gabbling into their phones.
Suddenly the air was filled with the Ride Of The Valkyries. Very loud. it seemed to be coming from the general direction of BOs.' The' Female Oligarch threw herself at the male-fumbled inside his jacket, rummaged threw his pockets as the Ride became more frantic. With a cry of triumph she produced an object from inside his left trouser pocket and waved it in the air. His mobile number two. He dropped Mobile One and grabbed two. The Valkyries came to a dead stop.' Damn he yelled;The Bugger has gone''Who?' enquired the FBO''Ivanakov....the bugger who wants to buy...
I didn't hear the rest drowned out by the train announcement as the BOS rushed up the platform towards First Class
The plebs were left in an orgy of speculation. Oligarchs with Russian backing? What to buy that might interest the aluminium barons? Bring Osborne and Mandelson to the Borders?
Secret Meetings in the Royal Yacht Brittania? Or in Ivanakov's luxury boat moored off Spittall? Imaginations Boggle.
I wonder if it is Berwick Rangers they are after?' Suggested a P;eb
Now there is a thought
'I wonder if it is Berwick Rangers he is after? suggested a Pleb
Labels: Berwick Rangers, Berwickshir e, Olgarchs