The Meeting.

This new meeting of Edinburgh AA was going to be different!

It would be held in the George Floyd Community Centre in the heart of Leith.

The building was an abandoned church that had been spruced up for the occasion. A group of local artists had teamed up with some convicts from Edinburgh prison on day release and they had really let the magnolia paint fly! 

The Leith artists all from London had stencilled Rishi Sunak happily shovelling black babies into the mouth of Moloch in the guise of a British Bulldog. Rishi was dressed as Pee Wee Herman in his famous grey suit. It was so good people commented that it could have been a Banksy!

Et voila The George Floyd Community Centre was born!

Now it was time for.the Pope of Edinburgh AA to bless the place for the upcoming meeting of the elite of the most sober from Scotland's Capital City.

Bobby was 85 years old and had been sober for 70 of those uphill paper round years.

Some people speculated that he couldn't have even drunk alcohol or he must have given it up at the age of 15! Such talk was dismissed as spiteful gossip by the faithful and Bobby just smiled his enigmatic smirk when challenged about his kindergarten excess that involved pub crawls at the age of 8! He would then say the words "I've been in Hospital and Prison." Leaving people satisfied that this old rascal was the real deal and not just some old radge that visiting Londoners projected all their sheeplike hopes and dreams onto,

Always close to Bobby and in tight control of all communication and information about Edinburgh AA was Esther from London. Many had speculated that she was from the Mossad and was responsible for at least 3 people "committing suicide" around AA meetings in the city, she had just laughed this misinformation off as sour grapes because of her close relationship with Bobby. Esther was obviously intelligent and when unamused she could throw a withering glance your way suggesting that she may ethincally cleanse your entire family from their ancestral homeland. People were scared of her.

Bobby sat wearily on the throne that the local artists had made for him out of abandoned shopping trolleys. There was a huge AA emblem in blue sprayed on the magnolia wall high above his head.

"Esther!" He shouted.

She came running quickly over from the group of hipsters she had been charming and squatted with faux humility at the Pope's feet 

"Esther, listen carefully, tonight I do not want to hear any swearing, curse words or profanity, is that clear?"

"Of Course Bobby, don't worry, the guests tonight will be some of our finest examples of sobriety."

"Good, good, no scum you understand?" 

Bobby held a finger up to add emphasis.

"Every person here tonight should understand the Christian virtues of sharing their innermost goings on in the most wholesome manner possible."

"Good girl, now did I ever tell you that I've been in hospital and prison?"

"Once or twice." Said Esther diplomatically.

As the cold metal of the trolley throne inspired Bobby to go peepee for the tenth time that hour Esther got out her phone and rang Markey to make sure that the weaponized boy band of steroid dodgers that constituted the security detail for this nights festivities was on their way.

"Hi" said Markey.

"Honey bun bun" whispered the Mossad ham.

"Are you and the boys coming over to supply us with protection?" 

The sexual innuendo was lost on the human Labrador as he panted into the phone with the enthusiasm of a wagging tail.

"On my way Ma'am" he yelped melodramatically.

"Good boy." Said the older woman before hanging up.

As Bobby staggered back from the Gents and collapsed onto his throne, Esther whispered into his ear"This is your night King." Before greeting the first guests; A group of young ladies in their late teens/early twenties, who were new to sobriety. Bobby stared benevolently at the girls as Esther complimented them on their clothes, hair, shoes etc. 

After maybe half an hour the conference room at the George Floyd Community Centre was filling up nicely with the right kind of people. Highly intelligent students from Edinburgh University and some Leith locals who knew their place. 

It was now that Markey and two well built friends chose to appear and commence door duties. All three gave Esther a certain "frisson" with their tight fitting suits and gelled hair and barely restrained hormonal onslaught, she wished that she was twenty years younger!

Markey went to pay his respects to Bobby and give him a childlike card that he'd made whilst in therapy. Bobby gasped and pretended to be thrilled by the gift. "Did I ever tell you about prison and hospital,,,,?" He started, only to be rudely interrupted by Esther.

"Markey!" She yelled beckoning him to the door, before greeting the latest group of young girls and showing them to their seats.

As the three doormen started engaging in banter with each other to diffuse any tension in the room, the laughter seemed to be spreading now amongst the twenty or so predominantly female guests sat before Bobby's throne. The atmosphere was becoming "really nice" and Bobby and Esther looked happy.

As Markey became distracted or a little bit ahem,,drunk on power. A mysterious woman appeared at the door. Her heavy set frame was barely contained in a Summer dress that wouldn't have looked out of place on one of the ugly sisters at a Christmas pantomime. Her black wig was unruly and Mikey noticed a jagged red scar of lipstick across her face. The poor lad tried to do the right thing as this "lady" insisted on entering the venue and wouldn't take no for an answer.All it took was for her to yell "Trans Rights!" And "Help! Abuse" before everyone panicked and let her through. She hobbled on high heels to the back of the room and sat down where she then proceeded to lift her dress off over her head to show off male sportswear beneath. She ripped the wig off her head to reveal the truth about this invader. This wasn't some harmless tranny! No! This was no less than the enemy of all civilized gatherings: The far right performance artist and unapologetic enemy of human civilization "Frankenshare100" Esther immediately went into meltdown as "FS" started.shouting in her direction calling her "Ghislaine Maxwell, Mossad, An Agent of ZOG"

He went on "You may have mindhacked that old twat sat over there on his throne, but I know what you are! You are a controller of the airwaves. A cultural engineer. You pose as left wing and a friend of the people whilst manipulating any sad fuck you come across. Fuck you lady!" It was at this point that Markey and his friends leapt on the tranny dressed now in an old Umbro t shirt and shorts. The three large doormen got stuck in to him and threw punches back at the cross dressing thug. All illusions of womanhood were now forgotten as this Trans Caliban was beaten unconscious by the Israeli agents goons. The red jagged line of lipstick mixed with blood across his face  Bobby got up from his throne and demanded a cross be made out of two rogue scaffolding boards. One of the lackeys from the Community Centre ran to get a hammer and nails. The young girls in the room started screaming and ran hysterically left and right and out the door into the street.

The Foul mouthed Frankentranny.was dragged by the doormen and placed on top of the planks by the three bouncers, with his arms outstretched "Jesus style" then as one of the lackeys appeared with the hammer and nails, Esther who had been cowering under a table during the outburst pleaded with Bobby.

"No! Bobby! Please!" As Bobby stood over the soon to be crucified trans-gressor.

"Did I ever tell you that I've been in Hospital and Prison?" He said to this broken worm of a thug lying on the cross at his feet.

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