I should have known better! within days he'd been named; Trevor The Tramp.
Trevor became a regular visitor to the Cafe. The girls bought him drinks and meals; even giving him my braille newspaper to read.
The more I tried to persuade them he was just a dirty old drunk, the more they took him to their hearts.
In an effort to discourage the old fart from sleeping in my doorway, I had a couple of the local heavies do him over.
You should have heard the outcry!
Anyway the heavies I hired used a little bit of brain and checked him over for a wallet. The guy was loaded! His wallet contained a large wad of notes, which came in handy to pay the heavies, his driving licence and a "Gentleman's Club" membership card.
The Gentleman's Club was just across the square. It appeared that Trevor, now revealed to us as Sir Trevor Drinkwater, regularly spent his evenings drinking in the members lounge and got so drunk that at closing time, he was too plastered to make it further than the Cafe doorway, where he slept off the effects of so much booze.
Sir Trevor became a "right pain in the backside."
Everytime I thought I'd managed to hide him away so that people would forget about him, Cafe members would dream up another cameo for him. They even managed to get him a job serving behind the Cafe counter.
When Gordon, one of our longest serving members, managed to introduce Trevor into the Plughole Cruise Thread, I took the opportunity to arrange Trevors murder!
You can see just how I killed him off by clicking this Cruise Link or read other topics on the links at the end of this page.
Following the "unexpected" death of Sir Trevor the list found itself having to move to a new provider. The Cafe had to be closed and I invested in a new venture; Blindo's Inn.
With a Pub to run I found I needed some staff to help me and it just so happened that Lady Penelope had contacted me to say she was struggling with the Death Duties payable on the Drinkwater Estate and was having to sell Ginentonic Hall, the historic home of the Drinkwaters.
I felt sorry for her and not a little guilty about the manner of her husbands death, so I agreed to employ her in the kitchens of Blindo's Inn.
It was only later that I found out she is as much of a drunk as her husband ever was!
She can't cook either, hence the Inn's poor menu and whilst I try to run a welcoming Pub, Lady Penelope tries to drink the stock before the punters can!
Take a peek at Our Menuand see for yourself.
When I offered Lady Penelope a position at the Inn, little did I know that she had a young son, Ned, the bastard son of Duke DrinkwaterIV.
Ned was found one day hiding in the cellars. He's a useful chap to have about the place and, though a little slow witted, is always keen to help out.
Last updated on 1 January 2012
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