Henchman

I look like I am up to no good. I am on the train to Manchester (seat reservations cancelled as usual) toting a large fluorescent bag. It is heavy, I am hunched and walking with a slight limp. It is taped shut and contains five DVD players and an rf converter. I could sell them down the carriage but my fellow passenger look non too congenial. I am also suffering with a swollen gummy eye giving me the sort of filmic deformity often used to signify a parallel moral degeneration. The visual is all. Yesterday I received a telephone call from Mr Griffiths. He was concerned about the number of working televisions available for my installation. I may have to re-plan things when I arrive.