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SWEET MUSIC THE new
one to whom nothing is foreign was sallying forth homewards after his stint in Cat-mon-doo
when he spied a handsome hi-fi set sitting in the dooty free and set about purchasing it
pronto. But unlike his recently departed counterpart from the pee a who used ef em funds
to buy a similar set, Tyronne Appu parted with his own bucks although the set will sit in
the ministry tickling the ministering angel's aural fancies. And here's to happy
listening! |
| DEFENSIVE FACILITIES AND
as for Kadi, who like we have been saying these past few weeks continues to enjoy many a
perk denied to his ex-colleagues, has to now look elsewhere to have his fancies tickled. A
little bird whispers that the pee em has instructed the ef em to stop facilities for the
ex angel and that he must now look to the ministry that is defensive to acquire what is
necessary. Hmmm....
PEACE-LESS
AND when Satellite presented herself at the saarky confab, she came armed with a
prepared speech all approved and okayed by the trusted lieutenant to whom nothing was
foreign not long ago. But there was one little hitch. The speech didn't contain a word on
the peaceful process. But Tyronne Appu whispered in the lady's ear that an inclusion of
peaceful matters would be wise and a change was later effected in the jottings to include
a positive reference to the doves and the olive branches.
SHUT OUT
MEANWHILE Ravi Kay who has set about putting things right at the trading place with the
zeal of a man on a mission, arrived at his vauxhall office as bright as a brass button a
little after the cocks crowed. But the poor man must learn the hard way that in paradise
early birds are as dead as the dodo. And so he stood outside a full 20 minutes waiting for
someone to open the door. Tch, tch..
SLICE OF THE FLOUR DEAL
WHEN the pee em visited the land of the Injuns soon after taking office, the Injuns
promised tons of wheat to feed the hungry Paradites. But a little bird whispers that an
advisor on the pee em's delegation is needling the Injuns wheedling for a slice of the
deal. The Injuns we are told are having none of it and have made some crusty remarks about
some vultures who try to make some quick dough on the flour that is meant for the poor
Paradites. Shame, shame! |
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