[LMB] Mikey Hamer and the Gurls of St Trinian's, was: Why LMB just doesn't count, but Asaro does OT:

[Marna Nightingale]

alayne at twobikes.ottawa.on.ca wrote:

> And could you imagine St. Trinian's reinterpreted in proper hardboiled 
> style by Spillane?
> (Marna, I feel a fic coming on...)

Spillane would be more at home at St Custard's, I feel...

I nu the broad was trubble the minit she walked into the joint (aktualy 
the comon room hemm hemm.) Mikey boy I sez to myself, never trust a dame 
wot carrys a hockey stik. Not when she have death in her eyes and blud 
on her gym sock.

She strol over to me and pinch a fag from my poket and sa "Oi, poofter, 
  give us a lite."

"And wot if I don't?" sa I and eyes the way her skool tunic drape above 
her skinned nees.

"Me and Whacky here will tuff you up proper" she sa as cold as a beak 
who have just notised a frog in your pocket.

Hammer 2 squeal like silly soppy gurl at this and hide behind desk but I 
hold my ground.

"Coo er gosh!" I sa all breezy unconsern but I eases a lusifer out of my 
pocket and skratches it on Grimes' desk.  She nip forward and light her 
fag so I take one too.

She take a drag and skratch a bite on her leg real casual. "That's 
better," she sa. "Now we can talk."

"Talk all you want, doll," I sa and watch smoke curl from her sneering 
lip. "Tell me what happen to Grimes."

"Grimes was utterly wet and a weed," she sa. "I diskard her as if she 
had never been."

"Sounds good to me" I sa. "Let's you and me get clear of this joint and 
find us a drink."

"Puberty is so unspeakably sordid." sa Hammer 2 from under the desk, but 
we pay him no heed (ooh posh).

Marna.