‘The unexpected Xmas story according to Ben Leg’ Part II.

But Ben was good at explaining things, if his fingers provided the Midas touch, then his tongue would inspire many from far and wide to delight in his pearls of wisdom. But convincing Risa was not a challenge he warmly embraced, especially after seeing her reaction that he was now downgrading her from first class travel to tuctuc. Surely it was every girl’s dream to go on a tour of the UK in a tuctuc- wasn’t it?!

Strangely, Risa wasn’t convinced by Ben’s Spanish greeting, ‘Ola’ to the UK public. Sure, he managed to pull the crowds, but Leeds and Liverpool still seemed like a long way from South Ken.

As they drove late into the night, Ben could see a bright rising star.

‘Keep your eyes on the road Ben!’ said Risa as the tuctuc swerved to avoid an old lady.

Once more, Ben had been caught looking at himself in the mirror. He was indeed a rising star, and whilst Risa may have been uncomfortable on the back seat, he couldn’t help but remind her just how lucky she way.

And luck was about to romance the star, for he had also caught the attention of three wise men. Well, actually, one wise man, one wise woman, and one wise android.

‘Greetings traveller, we have brought you a gift.’

With that the wise man and lady pushed the Android forward.

Ben looked confused and Risa was weary from her long journey.

‘We have brought you Jesus,’ they proclaimed with glee.

Ben was still bewildered.

‘But Malcolm the Angel told me that the good lord would bring me baby Jesus, not a fully grown android, man-thing.’

By this point, Risa with child, was seriously tired. She looked upon the garage and was not impressed.

Suddenly a man appeared, you could say he looked like an innkeeper.

‘Fear not young lady for I shall convert the garage to a more comfortable space, in the meantime you can take refuge in the Mews,’ said Duncan. He was clearly a good man with a kind heart.

Ben ushered Risa to the safety of the South Ken mews and swiftly returned to deal with the small cohort. But in his absence the cohort had grown.

‘Who are you? Why are you here?’

Fiona, the wise lady, who had seemingly travelled from the land of Haggis and kilts, interrupted Ben before the ever-growing cohort could answer.

‘Why? Why? I love it! That’s genius. Yes come on guys, now tell me, what’s your why?’

The wise Fiona had clearly had too much whisky on her journey and Ben was now concerned these were just a bunch of late-night revellers recently evicted from the local pub…

Tune in next time for the next instalment of:

‘The unexpected Xmas story according to Ben Leg’