BEASTLY NEWS FROM ZOLA
It appears ( after a message from the Captain of the ice-breaker) that Zola is in sick-bay. The boat is nearly free of the ice packs and soon to be in free waters.
Zola seems to have picked up a virus from close contact with the minotaur.
We will keep you all informed as we receive the latest news.
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28 comments:
The 'minotaur' is a warthog escaped from a carnival, and tricked out in a rigging of painted leather panels on bamboo...a swinish trick on poor Zola, by Iuconnu, the Laughing Magician!
Seriously, we hope you haven't been to Mexico.
Surely, Zola is more likely to have picked it up from a sheep?
I can relay a message from Zola although he was wearing a face-mask when he spoke on the phone that is now within communication distance :-
" pleshe gif my thansh to all thosh well wisshers. I'm gonna be back soon, back soon..."
That is all we received here although we do know that Zola is being tested for this infection. We also know that he has not been a good patient as he protested that he was not infected at all. He said that it was the bad drinking water wat did it.
Zola drinking water???
Aunty, THAT is a load of the most improbable rot, especially as _I_ begin to suspect that this, um, ah, Zola is hiding out in The Burrow and regaling himself with litres of bloody marys and whiskey by the peg. Villains. Stint yourselves nothing, and then don't invite the old cop,
Chief Constable Wook!
I wasn't supposed to let on, but the Burrow Snug has been refurbished solely for Zola's current entertainment.
He is also occupying Dame Barbara's four-poster bed [without the Dame].
I suppose that when Zola's not passed out that then he sits up with the Rat and the Mole and Mr Toad, all singing comic songs and kicking their little short legs all in unison?
What does the Beadle and Mr Badger make of it all, one wonders? And, the Stoats & Weasels from the Home Office, all peeping between the shutters with with their natty little ASBOs and section orders?
Stop press: Zola has vanished from the Burrow - we fear he may have been abducted by the Minotaur.
News of any sightings will be welcomed.
I am pretty damn sure I met him in the village.
He was carrying a kayak and two bath plugs.
We scoobied a bottle of Finlandia and, once I understood he realised the implications of post-modernism rather than post-prandialism, we had an interesting conversation.
As a result, I can say with some (lack) conviction that Zola is actually Gordon Brown when said Gordon is in retreat.
Ask yourself.
Why do we never see Zola and Gordon in the same picture.
See?
Zola is Gordon Brown? That Finlandia must have been 400 per cent. proof!
If Gordon Brown had a zillionth of Zola's imagination and ingenuity, the country wouldn't be in this appalling mess.
Swine 'flu must, I suppose, feel especially threatening to all those trough-swilling MPs. Someone on the radio this mornin said they'd seen four people driving along in a car all wearing 'flu masks. Ben Trovato suggested that they were either burglars or MPs leaving a brothel.
'Twere the knocker they was leaving, they'd have had thin black lines through their eyes so as not to be identified, like in
70's porno...and not flu masks.
Ta...!
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I am just going out for a beer wearing my new burqua for protection.
Sorry, Merkin, your quasi-mahometan little multi-cultural drag-frolic in the boozer is NOT on, I'm afraid, I've papers right in me hot little hands and signed by the Lady Jacqui, Herself, mandating YOUR extraordinary rendition -- ACROSS the pond and, pop goes the weasel, into The Heartland, for a season in the "jag farm" at the State Hospital here in St Peter, MN. There eleemosynary motto being: "WE Dry The Sonsofbitches Out, O-U-T !"
Wookie, I am 'up for it'.
Why?
I have just read elsewhere, on the net, that GrumpyAunt has a pair of slippers that are comfortable.
My fight against slipperism will not be bound by the constraints of logic or post-modernism.
In the meantime, I am squeezing my nuts in preparation for my visit to a hog roast in your village (via the customs wallah).
PS Wookie, in relation to your substantive point, my wee pal who I drank MaCallan with till the early hours (burqua-less both of us) agrees with you - it is only a matter of time.
I don't give a toss.
Still, one does have ambitions.
Me?
I'd like to barbecue a moose with Zola or roast a hog with Wookie.
Already I drank a potion with GrumpyAunt and can confirm that there are definitely things you should not wish for.
Sadly, the one out of three is the one I will be left with.
(Anti, I was only kidding, you know)
H'm. I was left with a VERY large bar bill.
Well, pal, when you are fit to travel in this direction the drinks are on me.
Saving that, when I do my farewell tour I will be at your door with a barrel of brandy round my neck.
I hope you will be wearing clothes as well.
The brandy will come in useful for Wooffie to take when he and the Beadle set off to rescue Zola from the Minotaur.
Sorry, The Government won't even let ME near The Pesthouse during these incarcerations, in case I spill secrets in this here blog...it IS durance vile I am sorry to say, for the lot of you, tsk.
And you, Zola, if you need them I've a duffle of Seydlitz powders in the Zepp...they'll settle that odious hangover straightwaay!
Due to the dire need for calm right now I feel it my duty to inform you a little bit more about Zola.
I was sent a few photos and reports just as May Day was upon us all but, in my trusted capacity of Zola Lawyer I decided not to publish.
However I can tell you this. Zola was rescued ( he was sprung ) from his solitary sick confinement and then driven ( by one thousand Angels from Hell ) to the May Day protests and celebrations.
He made it for May 1st. That I can tell you.
He also sent message that he would post a message(from somewhere if there was a place for him)as a real tribute to the Milk Snatcher who he believes is tickling Brown testicles right now.
Sorry I cannot say more at this time.
We all think that Zola should say sorry.
Every prime minister needs a Willie. Every Zola needs a Beadle.
Reply to Burrow Beadle :
Without the likes of a Zola a Beadle would quickly find itself unemployed and begging at the soup kitchens.
Oh that is the way the law works.
I am descended from Mr Bumble, not from Oliver Twist.
Oh that is the way the law works.Well, if that is the way the law works........
"if that is the way that the law works" ; then God bless me.
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