I met Malcolm Peters at the FGX and then he was gone

Twenty years previously he had exposed corruption

Within the highest levels of government

Three politicians were assassinated by three radicals

I poisoned the Prime Minister it was a quiet assassination

Not violent and showy like the rest but just as deadly

Sham the Vocalist had arranged our meeting

In the Mists of Avelon

The Island of Glass and the Rose and Crown

He signed in as Ynys-witrin

As we were being hunted

Fifteen minutes later he was gone

I was also living on borrowed time

But escaped with seconds to spare

I have since changed my name

And now work invisibly on a local rag

As the farming correspondent

Nigel G Stokes

My wife Jackie is also a journalist

She works in Fleet Street

As Nigella G Stokes

Agony Aunt to the Stars

She recently interviewed

The Prime Ministers widow

The irony of this meeting

Was absurd in the extreme