Jack Vettriano The Star Cafe

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The Dean looked down.
'I thought you were a bit taller,' said Ridcully. 'You standing on a couple of planks?'
'They're just 'It's about your monkey,' said the man.
Ridcully brightened up.
'Oh, yes?'
'Apparently, erm, he sto‑ removed some wheels from this gentleman's carriage,' said the Bursar, who was on the depressive side of his mental cycle.
'You sure it was the Librarian?' said the Archchancellor.thick soles,' said the Dean. 'Just . . . just something the dwarfs invented, I suppose . . . dunno . . . found them in my closet . . . Modo the gardener says he thinks they're crepe.''That's strong language for Modo, but I'd say he's right enough.''No . . . it's a kind of rubbery stuff . . .' said the Dean, dismally.'Erm . . . excuse me, Archchancellor . . .'It was the Bursar, standing in the doorway. A large red‑faced man was behind him, craning over his shoulder.'What is it, Bursar?''Erm, this gentleman has got a–’