Problem sorted - panic not~~~~!
The things I have to do to save a mate!!
On reading of his latest dilema, I've cancelled this evening work schedule and visited Bubbles Health and Recreational Centre for myself.
Jane [wife] wasn't overly keen as I've never visted one of these "heath and fitness" centres in my life and, quiet frankly, she didn't believe me when I told her of my intended course of action....
Bert "Just popping out dear"
Mrs Bert "where you going on fat one?"
Bert "Just nipping into Derby dear"
Mrs Bert "anywhere interesting?"
Bert "No dear - just the local knocking shop"
Mrs Bert "Yeah - right"
Bert "No seriously I've got to save Cyclops from the death grip of
Madame Suzie"
Mrs Bert "you'd tell me anything to get to the pub - who's Madame Suzie?"
Bert "Some tart that needs paying"
Mrs Bert "Oh you're off to see Cyclops then - l8rs - have a pleasant evening"
Anyway..... I digress.......
On entering this "Gentlemens Relaxation Centre" [motto - just a quick flick of the wrist and away you go] I was approached by some hairy 22 stone monster who asked me what I wanted
I explained to the Madame of the House that I was here to save my long lost pal Cyclops.
Then all was revealed [oooo errr]
It appears that someone had sprayed grafitti onto the entrance sign of this establishment
so instead of it reading "Bubbles Heath Spa" - it now read "Think Bubbles - Michael Jackson does"
Unfortunately the part of the signboard that contained the Michael Jackson bit has fallen off and all that was left was "Think Bubbles...."
Now Cyclops being of sound mind [but bugger all else] remembered that this was indeed the slogan for Aero Confectionary bars
"Ah ha - he thinks - if they sell sweeties, I'll stock up on high energy snacks to fortify myself through the night"
In he ventures and asks of the nice [though rather hairy] rather obese Madame
"Excuse me - if I pay cash can I will you give me a couple of lengths of the chocolate bar"
She reluctantly agreed and showed him into what could best best desribed as the "Submissive Dungeon" where she promptly handcuffed his arms and legs to an over-sized cartwheel.
"Be careful of my stiff one" he shouted referring to his bad leg!
It appears that a suitable sized toblerone was inserted into a place "where the sun don't shine" and was told....
"We're not going to release you until you've masticated on that for a while" Those Almond pieces may prove to be a problem.
The sight that befell me was not a pretty one - so I fled before the staff of this "gentlmens leisure centre" could capture me fearing that I might also befall the tortures of the Toblerone bar.
My getaway was rapid [to say the least] and 4 hours later I returned home.
I trust that our dear friend Cyclops will manage to endure this most unexpected "deviation"
Watch this space?
We await an update
If you don't believe me
http://www.bubbles-spa.co.uk/
genuine website