At meeting of Inner Circle tonight we taking opportunity of lull in activity by other Families to discuss internal matters. Don Clegg and team leafing through papers and suggestions from internal Family groups. Winter Newsletter of Liberali Womenfolk catch Don's eye.
"Interesting, it says in this article 'Multiple Minorities' that girls who like girls are disgracefully underrepresented in the rulings echelons of the Family. Apparently only one of our wannabe Capos, during last Mattanza, was such a person, whereas there were 21 wise guys who like guys."
Signor Oaten, who has been allowed in to serve the coffee and grappa, trip and drop the biscotti on the carpet.
"Careful Mark" say Knuckles, "I not want to put something unclean in my mouth, huh, huh, huh..."
"Most amusing Knuckles" say the Don. "Signor Oaten you can find fresh biscotti in the store cupboard."
"I shall prepare one for Signor Carmichael personally" he say, as he walks out.
"Moving back to business, I did say when I put myself forward to be your Don, that I would do more to address the issues of imbalance in the public face of the Family. This sounds like a project in that vein. Do I have any volunteers to recruit and vet more lesbians?"
Twenty male hands shoot up
"Er... yes... excellent enthusiasm gentleman... anyone else... Signora Teather?"
"What the hell are you suggesting Don?" she say turning crimson
"Um... I was simply inquiring whether you'd like to take on this additional responsibility."
"No I bloody wouldn't, I've quite enough my plate taking care of the Business rackets. I didn't need a bloody support committee to prove myself..." and with that she stomp out crushing the biscotti into Axminster.
"Er Don..." say Knuckles "I'd like to propose Signora Willott... and Signora Goldsworthy... together... maybe it be to much for one Capo to handle." Signor Browne appear to be having difficulty breathing, as do number of other Capo.
Don Clegg give Knuckles a hard stare.
"I get the sense... gentleman... that some of you are not taking my diversity initiatives seriously." Signor Browne, who has turned unfortunate shade of purple, fall sideways off chair and get covered in crumbs.
"Perhaps 'No men by 2010' could run another talent-spotting contest" he say picking self up and dusting off almonds, "Maybe on Internet so they'd be easy to find"
Don Clegg give him another hard stare.
"You may leave gentleman. I can see I will need to consult more widely on this matter"
"I can lend you some magazines" yell an indistinct voice as we file out, shaking slightly. Pretty sure I hear grappa bottle hitting door as we leave. Diversity sure is dangerous issue that raise the blood.