la carte diplomacy
from the land of Injuns was in the mood to dine at the newest
restaurant serving Indonesian delights down Thurstan Road last
Tuesday. The man was so happy to partake the sumptuous food from the
island of Bali that he actually forgot the domestic political concerns
for a second, what with rapid government changes and all.
he did not bargain for was the presence of the chief scribe from the
Leading types he loves to hate, dining with a former deputy type in
one corner. But that did not prove a spoiler as the man now known for
overstepping his diplomatic limitations quickly treated himself to a
surfeit of Indonesian food, making a fellow diner quip that his
diplomacy too was somewhat a la carte, what with his inability to stop
meddling with matters internal!
has its pleasures
nut last week about Sha-litter from Fear Village having lady luck
smiling on him despite his dejecting electoral defeat has cut deep.
The blot, now sulking for being ill-treated by the governing types
having been promised many things with delivery being slow is now
contemplating facing the provincial hustings.
the Basnayaka type was aghast last week over our nut that smelt the
First Daughter's hand being possibly offered to him, and pronto, Sha-litter
swiftly locked himself up in the meditation room and began to breathe
deeply to calm the stretched nerves. Well, some spiritual cleansing
might sure deliver the young man as hustings draw near!
Hook Or Crook
the foul mouth is to be the new deputising one for consuming affairs
and the Cee-W-Ee will soon be within the reach of Merv's grubby paws.
goes around certainly comes around and in days gone by Merv entered
Lanka's labour rule by serving as a labourer at the Cee-W-Ee. From
there the angel climbed, two steps at a time, albeit foul mouth and
all. What is a well-kept secret however is that Merv got the boot from
the Cee-W-Ee. Nay! not for mouthing those four letter epitaphs, but
for having fiddled the cash no less! Well, well in this land of nuts
what's a crook gone stray eh?
Merv is still dipping his hand into the till. Authouring those leaves
that go ping pong the crooked git is to soon get sued. But the best
one of all is how Merv conducted his campaign. Focusing his complete
attention on ole Fou-zie, Merv went trudging from house to house
telling the masses not to cross that ballot for his arch foe Fou-zie.
a result, both Fou-zie and Merv fell down in their ratings with Merv
being the last on the list. But the foul mouthed blot somehow weaned
his way into the house by the Diyawanna after ousting his better half.
when he triumphantly tread into the hallowed domain of the house the
first to greet the silly git was none other than ole Fou-zie himself.
Merv of course has no shame and accepted the good wishes with a
raise of his hands, nodding his head and shaking his jowls like a
donkey chewing cud.
discarded their red coats and instead hung a red flag the Monara
types, those that tread those cabin isles were out in full force.
Except for two, who having signed on the dotted line of that hotly
disputed package were not about to down their cabin bags and join the
a result, a little note got pasted on the lockers of inflight of all
and sundry. And this is what it said. "When God made man he
dropped two scabs and it is out of those two scabs that the two red
coated Judases were born." Well, well, the guy with the Scottish
kilt certainly does not agree. No Siree!