Rubbish tip?

Then they stuck Charley and me... in a dump they call a children's home.

I'm gonna escape from this dump.

I mean, it is nevertheless a pretty cruel trick to play on the people of Bhopal.

What are you doing in this dump?

You want to go to the rubbish tip? Can we?

A mediumdry martini, lemon peel. Shaken, not stirred.

Thought it was starting at 1, sorry. What about the tip?

One mediumdry vodka martini, mixed like you said, sir, not stirred.

There is not a single depot for depositing toxic chemical materials.

Well it could be a joke I suppose. Elaborate practical joke by some of my friends in the office.

It can, it does and it will, but for this book designer, page turner, dog eared place holder, notes in the margins taker, ink sniffer, the story looks like this.

From there it's exactly 8 10 of a mile to the dump beside the tracks.

Now, most of you have figured out that this was a prank, and actually a very, very good one.

Then, while jogging with my dog one morning, she pulled me into what I thought was just another illegal dump.

The main campus, offering grades kindergarten through high school graduation, is at 25th Street and the East River in Manhattan, on a landfill site which is rented on a long term lease from the city of New York.