And now the welcome return of Steve Shaw after a rather prolonged gap. If you feel you'd like the back story then please read his previous adventures. (Apparently it tested well in a focus group Peace reined and Rule Britannia was playing on his inner monologue Shaw! Steve Shaw sat on a sea saw)

Steve looked up from the table. Something was making a high pitched periodic noise. He had been examining the table, or rather what was on the table, intently.

Apparently satisfied that he had identified that noise he looked back down again and noticed that the advanced communications device he had been studying was morning.

So he picked up the ringing vibrating mobile phone, pressed the answer key and said "hello".

A voice on the other end replied with a "Hello Steve" in a way that instantly told Steve that the person on the other end of the phone was none other than Lon Baxter, just one of Steve's ever growing list of mortal enemies.

"Hello Lon," said Steve. "Did you know," said Lon, "that I am so damn hansom." "What makes you think that? Were you looking at a picture of me and thinking it was a mirror?" Steve was sure that he heard a strangled "No" before the phone went dead.

Steve looked over at a picture of Lon that he had on the wall. Steve smiled and for a second it looked like Lon frowned.