Chascot the Seeker
characters in this book are fictitious and any resemblance to real people
is purely coincidental.
you quite sure you are feeling all right Charles?" enquired Lady Jane
with an even more worried than normal expression on her beautiful
She always wears a worried expression when I
am around and I can't imagine why. All I had been doing was sitting
absolutely rigid and silent with a look of extreme concentration furrowing
my brow like a baby about to fill its nappy. This had been going on for
the best part of an hour. Ever since we took off from Jamaica for London
in the first class cabin of the great airliner. It looked as if she was
going to crack in spite of being a real lady and normally immune to the
weaknesses of common people. No baked bean had ever passed her delicate
and refined lips and since childhood she had never uttered a word at the
breakfast table or ever complained or ever explained.
The fact is I had been given an awful lot to think about since that
last day of my so-called holiday in Jamaica. It had come as a terrible
shock when I finally realised the truth.
Babies come on a conveyor belt and God counts
them off by the million. Each millionth baby that comes along God taps on
the shoulder just to help him keep tab. Of course having been touched by
the hand of God that baby is blessed with a special gift. As soon as this
new character finds out about the gift he or she or it rushes off to the
nearest television camera.
'Look at me,' the snotty little prodigy
sneers. 'I am a genius and a damned sight better than you common lot. Now
who wants me to advertise their football boots?'
This works for just about everything from
musicians to writers to footballers. BUT! Every now and then God gets
distracted by the tea lady or a low flying jet. He turns around and
accidentally touches the next millionth baby with his left hand. Guess who
just happened to be whizzing past when that happened? That's right--yours
That is the one time the special gift is something about which you keep your mouth very tightly shut if you know what is good for you. The first few told the world about it but after they had been tied to stakes and burnt alive the rest very quickly got the message. Well the world wouldn't find out about me or my name isn't Chascot.