THE TRIAL, LIFE, and ADHOCRACY
Due to conditions out of control your blessed Zola must travel again. I guess it will take about two days of continuous boredom and suffering.
If I get another young teenager jerk asking me to show me passport and all that - if I get another privatised mercenary trying to get under my skin - I really think I shall whack em.
Hope to be back by Tuesday - so take care out there you bad boys and gals.
Are you trying to say that this is not a holiday?
ReplyDeleteOur Zola is swanning off to Southwold to giddy up Gordon.
ReplyDeleteNo skinny-dipping on the beach.
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I can just see Our Zola with his hankie knotted at the four ends and his Union Jack braces surfing at Southwold-sur-Plage, and it is not a pretty thought.
ReplyDeleteIt's a very pretty thought! You have inspired the theme of my next bodice-twitchng blockbuster, "Anchors Away with Zola" [subtitle: "The Naked Kayaker Bares All"].
ReplyDeleteThere is, however, a hitch. The plot requires a supporting cast of virginal schoolgirls, and so far I haven't been able to locate any.
Speak to the man!
ReplyDeleteWot no modarater on dis site? Lets go!
ReplyDeleteNo immoderate or immodest behaviour here!
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"By Order"?
ReplyDeleteUltra vires, surely.
And while we're on the subject, quis custodiet ipsos custodes? We know the beadle's been sniffing around Dame Barbara. Moderate and modest? Is that?
Who is "we"? I certainly don't! If he has, he'll get walloped with his own truncheon.
ReplyDeleteThat was Wooffie, rummaging in my handbag for pearls.
ReplyDeleteLook what they have done to me blog.
ReplyDeleteThe only thing that I turned out right ... they have turned it upside down.
Look what they have done to my blog.