Wednesday, March 07, 2012

Countdown to the jubilee : part 1


Liz was not best pleased to see that someone else had chosen the same frock.



Private Wilburton hoped that no-one noticed that he had misremembered the dress-code.


For the fourth year in succession, the over eighties chewing gum spitting team had failed to land a single gobfull into the canopy.


Liz could hardly believe what Cams was telling her. She prayed fervently that Boris would remove his thumb before the cameraman changed angles.



2 comments:

Tim Footman said...

Liz is an alien slug being. That little lad holds the cape out to cover up the toxic slime trail.

MJ said...

With a frock that size, you can eat a lot of Eccles cakes.