In A Nutshell
Where’s The Lassi?
So one of our rag-writers was craving cheese naan and off they went for Indian food. All was well until who should walk in but the Second Son. However, our scribe undeterred (or perhaps forgetful) continued the topic at the table – which was Wee-Flower’s fast unto drip. Next topic was the new thousand rupee note, floating boat and all. Meanwhile, the Second Son glared away at the poor writer and co. Can’t enjoy our butter chicken in peace these days even. What to do, no??
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We Missed You!
Guess who’s back, back again? Why, none other than our beloved Merv the Perv. And he has license to BTI. No, no. We don’t mean Belt to a Tree Inspection. We mean the real thing. This Wednesday the newly innocent Merv was seen at Peliyagoda helping the Minister of Healthy things fumigate chairs. That’s right, Merv is now saving Sri Lanka from dengue. Is there no end to the man’s talents? You tell us!!
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Shall We Club?
The nightclub scene is movin’ and shakin’ again. A certain muscular MP from the Boys in Blue who is seen on billboards all over cuddling babies and stroking grandmothers decided to paint the town red. (Or do we mean blue?) In any case, this time he bumped into a business type with whom he had a, ahem…difference of opinion. True to form, he let his fists do the talking, and his security types followed suit. Unlike Merv, this fellow doesn’t believe in tying people to trees. No, when he’s at the club, he prefers… clubbing. Tee hee!!
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It’s All For The Money!
Remember Wee-Flower, who forwarded his paper to the Cupboard wanting salli and approval to build houses in the metropolis? As we all know that proposal ended up in the bin. This week, who should forward a paper to build houses in the metropolis than il Presidente’s sibling. What’s more, he asked for more than Wee-Flower did. And hey presto! It got the Cupboard’s nod. Hmmm!
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More Clubbing
Then there’s this prominent Deputy Ministering type’s son, who forcibly entered a nightclub. Having set upon the security (otherwise no fun, no?) the Deputy Minister type’s son and friends took their posh car for a spin down the road to Galle, pretending to be F1 racers. Only to be stopped by a constable and given a good shelling. Undeterred, son and co pulled rank and pushed off with one finger in the air. Fun thamai!!
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Oh How The Mighty Have Fallen!
Speaking of Wee-Flower one must admit he never gives up. Not one to be defeated, Wee Flower comes forward seeking baksheesh. This time not to build houses, but to clean drains in the city. And so proud of himself he was. Until one of his jolly colleagues quipped, “Ah, Wee-Flower! So you are reduced to cleaning drains?” At which point he blushed a most rosy shade of red. No, seriously!
