Tuesday, March 20, 2012

We paid for this, you know.


The Olympics began with the over-80s downhill chair tumble.


As George tried to catch a glimpse of Tony's cleavage, and Gordon used up  the twelfth of his twenty guesses as to who Sally Bercow was, Tony dreamed of what he might do to Harriet later. 


Harriet was trying to quantify Tony's preferences, Mrs Milliband began explaining to Nick exactly what she was going to do to him, Ed and Dave chuckled over Dave's plans for Nick, meanwhile behind them, one person had already become comatose listening to William, and on his other side someone else was contemplating suicide by spontaneous combustion.


"Please stop talking to me now, I still have a slight reputation in some backward parts of the world"


Philip was hoping to get a quick couple of frames in before all the endless jibber jabber commenced, and the bearer of the royal cue was taking bloody ages to walk past all of these frightful people.


John was a little nervous. He was not entirely sure that Philip had been joking about inserting something someplace.


The moment when they both realised that they would be sitting next to each other for some considerable time.


When Liz got to the part where she said that she was looking forward to many more years, Phil wondered whether he could manage to kick her down the stairs and make it look like an accident.



"The Aristocrats"


Protocol prevented Liz from telling Mr Bercow exactly how far up his arse he could shove the dvd of his speech that he offered to have delivered to the palace.




4 comments:

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Scarlet Blue said...

Pictures! And writing! Is this to make it easier for George to read?
Sx

Vicus Scurra said...

George only comes here to read the articles about cricket, Scarlet.
He then leaves a comment: "This is a great posting I have read. I like your article."

Pete Hounslow said...

Love stories with a happy ending.......... Oh.....sorry...