A Life in the Day of Nixdown Nixon - The Woody Back to School Unit

33always sign up for a position in the family’s qualitycontrol division.Now suitably accessorized for my day as theDuty Monitor I stroll down the landing to LadyVictoria’s study to see whether she is ready.Lady Vix is swallowing down the dregs of hercoffee, presumably supplied by the good offices ofDerby and burning a cigarette. She is dressed in adeep red silk blouse with black piping around thecollar and a short black flared skirt. She wears a blacktie around her neck that she has not yet got aroundto fastening.“Morning,” she half-yawns, “Give me a fewminutes and we’ll get the fawkin’ show on the road,”she drawls in her aristocratic voice.I tell her that there is no hurry and bum one ofher fags.I have known Vix since the Ladette days whenJojo and I used to party together with the likes of Catand Melons. Glorious days when we worked likedemons all day and tripped the light fantastic allnight. Before she was arrested and banged up atWoodys, for dancing naked in the fountains ofTrafalgar Square on her twenty-first birthday, I hadthe privilege of attending several of her New-YearsEve balls at her father’s pile. I think that Victoria’sfamily has an even longer heritage than Derby’s.Brompton Castle was built back in the ninth or tenthcentury and is a rather ethereal spot on the top of ahill with panoramic views of the Brompton estate. Theinterior has mostly been renovated and modernizedbut thankfully the Brompton family has had the goodsense to keep the dungeons intact and I have spent