Jack Vettriano Big Bert's Favourite Girl

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, now,' he said, 'and here we have Cheesewright, G., skulking across the quaking rooftops. See the determined ears. See the firm set of those knees.'
The class tittered dutifully. Cheesewright gave them an idiotic grin and rolled his eyes.
'But what are these sinister figures that march in step with him, hey? /Since you find this so funny, Mr Teppic, perhaps you would be so good as to tell Mr Cheesewright?'/
Teppic froze in mid-laugh.
Mericet's gaze bored into him. He's just like Dios the high priest, Teppic thought. Even father's frightened of Dios.
He knew what he ought to do, and he was damned if he was going to do it. He ought to be scared.
'Ill-proceeded to take a number of small metal rods from his belt. They were threaded at the ends, and after a few seconds' brisk work he had a rod about three feet long on the end of which he affixed a small mirror.
That revealed nothing in the gloom beyond the opening. He pulled it back and tried again, this time attaching his preparedness,' he said. 'Carelessness. Lack of concentration. Poor maintenance of tools. Oh, and over-confidence, sir.' Mericet held his gaze for some time, but Teppic had practised on the palace cats. Finally the teacher gave a brief smile that had absolutely nothing to do with humour, tossed the chalk in the air, caught it again, and said: 'Mr Teppic is exactly right. Especially about the over-confidence.' There was a ledge leading to an invitingly open window. There was oil on the ledge, and Teppic invested several minutes in screwing small crampons into cracks in the stonework before advancing. He hung easily by the window and