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'I hereby call this meeting of the Day-Glo Nuclear Emergency Society to order' boomed Venables, the chairman.
Staggerton Village Hall was a dusty, old-fashioned building, and not one suited to the planning of seeing out a nuclear crisis.
'Mrs. Winterbottom, I believe you have some news on food stocks?'
'Oh...well Mr. Venables, we have three boxes of Birds' custard, some ginger nuts and most importantly - tea bags'
'Wonderful...' Venables muttered, jotting in a notebook. 'Any news on the construction of the bomb shelter?'
'We're running low on ply-wood' said Mr. Corston, the builder.
'Fuck' hissed Mr. Venables.

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