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Foot
'n' Mouth
So, once again Mangy boy
couldn't keep his trap shut. At the Red and Blue public do last week,
Mangy shot his mouth off saying that it was Satellite herself who had
given instructions to shoot the naughty Tigers on the ship. The truth
of the matter is as far removed from that as Mangy himself is from
reality. The truth is that Satellite only got in touch with the naval
boys at 1 in the afternoon, full two hours after the big boat was set
burning in mid-ocean. Add to that, she spoke to the big man of the
naval boys while he was briefing none other than the Professori on the
incident.
For Mangy's troubles, he
earned quite a bit of rough shod from his own ranks, advising him to
control that trap. Ouch!
Servility
Ra-kneel may be all goo, goo,
ga, ga about media freedom and a culture of a free press, but some of
the wild asses obviously are not. They identify the job with
servitude. As was the case in the cool climes of Kandy when Ra-kneel
was there to welcome the rebels into the fold.
Before taking his seat at the
rally, Ra-kneel walked up to the monks who were in attendance. Just
beside the monks were the wild asses. When Ra-kneel came close enough,
a section among the asses stood up in attention, reporters, sound
engineers et al. The stand up left some other asses red while Ra-kneel
took no notice and walked off. Hmm....
The
Compere
Remember Had-son, the big
mouth during the Presidency of the Running Lion. Well, he was there
once again on stage, this time however singing in praise of the Blues
and the Reds while lambasting the greens. But Wee-flower, the Red
brother was not too thrilled with his performance and walking up to
My-three-parlour, the sec for the Blues, asked that Had-son be taken
off stage immediately. And down came Had-son, and up went a younger
Red brother who did the compering job. So there!
Fishy
Music
The Fishy one, Mahinda, was
over the moon after taking the green card, that he belted a baila at
the do in the hill country. The man wiggled his hefty hips and made
the crowd dance in the rain with his rendition of Mama Gannemi
Karakara Bandala. He was quite a hit. The baila saw Ra-kneel and the
rest of the lot tapping their heels and clapping their hands. But
unfortunately, no one from the rebel gang or the Greens joined on
stage for a sing-along or dance-along.
Once he finished his act, the
Fishy one explained to Ra-kneel and Co. that he is quite a singer. At
election rallies he would belt out three or four songs just to get the
crowd going. Hearing the song theory, Gune, the Deputy Financing angel
thought it should be put to practice by all. "We should all start
singing on stage." Well, here's a bit of advise you guys, unless
you do something about the economy, it is for the supper you will be
singing before long.
House
of Fame
The sudden demise of the
bunching of the ministerial secs and its big man has left a surprising
beneficiary. None other than the dentist with the big mouth.
He has been languishing on a
third floor flat, while the secs got a bungalow, liquor license and
room to party and it took the Leading types to point out the injustice
last week. With the demise of the secs, now comes the news that the
dentist would be getting his bungalow after all. As for us Leading
types, a thank you would do nicely.
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