Her name was Laura-Shamon. People asked where her "where is your
love", she didn't know what that meant. It sounded like a silly
thing to say. Shamon had carefully built her image up as a fun-
loving lass without a thought in her pretty blond head beyond the
next gorgeous guy to walk through the gates of Shuxitown. However,
underneath this pure image she harboured a deep desire to be the next
queen of ShuxiItown. And anyway, tonight she was not looking for
the next gorgeous guy to come through the gates; she was waiting for
the next gorgeous guy to come through the doors of Titanic: the
club. She had recently developed a friendship with Olly-San knowing
him to be the key to her plan and had already achieved a dinner
invite.

Shamon had also been drinking tonight. She had only had a glass of
wine but she went from sober to sloshed in one smooth movement. She
therefore stumbled into a corner which contained two likely looking
lads and a few girls. As the taller of the two waved away a girl
in a blue t-shirt she heard the blue t-shirt girl tearfully
say "well, I'm getting the Queen's autograph and I don't care what
you say". The smaller of the two stood up, which didn't make a lot
of difference to his height, he looked Shamon square in the eye, and
said "hey there, are you a lesbian?"
"Hey there, do I look like a lesbian? Are you gay? You know you're
talking to the next Queen of SHUXI?"
"Is that so?"
"Yeah," replied a thick scouse accent, "I've a date with Olly-San
lined up and I am gonna ask him to be my deputy".
Miniman looked significantly at RJ and then, pushing beatch aside,
motioned for Shamon to take her place. Leaning forward
confidentially and putting one practiced arm around her, he said, "I
think you'd make a great Queen and I, for one, am willing to help you
achieve that dream. Just listen to us and do exactly what we say and
you will get straight to the top! By the way, I'm miniman and this
is RJ"..
"Actually, I am Richard Joseph Fahey the third. But you can call me
Richard III for short. Tell me, were you aware that Olly-San dreams
of taking the presidency of all things SHUXI?"
"WHAT? Oh…right…tell me what to do!"
Richard III and Miniman smiled like they meant it.

Olly San stood in the corner and watched as the crowds were leaving
the club. Slightly resentful that although they had stayed to watch
the queen they were uninterested in his busted tribute act, one Judge
had been particularly scathing. "Honestly, I don't know why you
bother", said Lord Justice Broomy. Olly San was so annoyed that he
had sulked into the corner of Titanic: the club and asked the barman,
who looked suspiciously like all the other members of staff to bring
him over a shot of coke with a chaser of Dr pepper. This particular
mark of disrespect was stinging him as the crowds departed. It had
been a very good night all in all. It wasn't that he was
disrespected in SHUXItown. People recognized he performed a very
important role, it was just that the majority of the population of
this esteemed urban setting were male and appreciated a nice female
figure when they could see it! He didn't blame the queen, it was not
her fault. But the time was coming for Olly-San to move on up the
SHUXI hierarchy, and the time of the Queen's reign was coming to an
end. It was almost election time again. And if he could come up
with a way of allowing a boy from the wrong side of the tracks (a
suburb of ne'er do wells nicknamed the university) he could be the
next grand ruler of all things SHUXI. He could also have a cool
title like the Lord or the Queen. Obviously not the quuen. Maybe
Charlie Simpson. Yes, that was a good title thought Olly.

The crowds had seen Olly-San watching as they left and wondered what
was going through his mind. In the last couple of minutes he had
looked deeply annoyed, and then had suddenly cheered up at the end as
if he had just had an uplifting thought. Dave the sweeper almost
dropped his broom as he swore he heard Olly –San say `Oliver
Simpson'. A member of the crowd turned to Olly, seeing his mood
change for the better, "it was alright, the busted act", but Olly-San
knew that was only said to make him feel better. He knew that
underneath they liked Mcfly and that made him hurt. He vowed
revenge by running for president asap and thereby increase his
importance (and busted's airtime on radio SHUXI) in Shuxitown 100%!

Miniman had been watching Olly with a curious curiosity. "Hey RJ…
uh, Rich 3, should we put plan Olly into effect."
An offended Richard III looked at him and said, "I swear to God, have
you got a literate bone in your body?"
Miniman looked confused "Whats that? You know I'm just a computer
geek – give me a break. So what about Olly-san, you ready?"
"As I'll ever be".

The ganstas walked toward Olly-San. He immediately recognized them
as the McFly fans who had assaulted him earlier that day. As he
drew his trusty clarinet he heard a scouse drawl, "hey, yer". He
turned to feel flat of Shamon's violin hit him in face. He didn't
have a chance to block the blow with the clarinet.
Shamon stood over the deputy's stricken body. "Triple boss!"

To be continued….

Is Olly-San alright?
What do the villains plan to do with him?
Will Olly-San EVER get over the demise of Busted?
How many potential names has our confused schizophrenic villain got
up his sleeve?

And if you missed your beloved Queen, don't worry, she'll be back in
the next episode for some more rear-whacking.