So, a rumour had reached my ears that elizabethhelena was writing a story based on a new word for sausage rolls, so I thought I would hie me over here and see if it was up yet. And lo! it was up, and I looked upon it, and saw that it was good. And then I reached be at peace with God and verily, the music of my laughter was such that I could not continue reading for Lo! this many a minute, on account of the tears obstructing my view. But in the end I managed to read the rest and frankly, it's bloody brilliant. The fascist pig in a blanket is, of course, an immortal line, but it's full of wonderful expressions (I think an honourable mention must go to However, it was only after Maggie Thatcher’s second victory at the polls that he stopped slamming his phone down and actually listened.). I am in awe at the scope of this story - it tackles so much, with such an amzing economy of means. The dubious ethical status of C15, the worrying extent of Cowley's personal power, the temptation to abuse that power, Bodie's not-really-dubious-at-all,-unfortunately status (Amnesty after his employers! It's great!). And you manage, almost as an aside, to rehabilitate Geraldine Mathers (I have always hated the way the show treats her because she is frankly, in any view but Cowley's, on the side of the angels). And the voices actually sound like the lads, not merely as if they've had a garnishing of British slang sprinkled on top.