Ray-noo, the naughty boy of ABC radio
notoriety whose offers of the filthy lucre to the ministering types
appeared large as life in the Leading rag, was in a flutter last week.
He was firing calls to all and sundry, the greens, the blues, everyone
he could think of.
In the midst of the calling frenzy,
one call went out to Mangy
boy, an old pal from times bygone.
But Mangy was in no mood to be
conciliatory. To him Ray-noo’s offerings to the green buck down
Matara way was betrayal at the highest level. “I can’t believe you
have done this,” a heartbroken Mangy wailed to wailing Ray-noo. Ray-noo
had been a blue-eyed boy
long before the greens took the reigns it seems. So much blue was he,
that he went around canvassing for a number in the nomination list. A
campaign he has now shifted to the green camp.
As pay back, if he is put on that
list, the gift that is bandied about by Ray-noo is a radio station
beaming to the north east. Tch! Tch!
Remember Satellite’s predictions to
believers that April was the month? The stars, they were told
had changed and luck was with her. Well April came and went, full moon
et all, and still Ra-kneel is in charge.
Just before Ra-kneel took wing to the
Land of the Rising Sun, there were more such predictions. This time
July would be the month and Satellite has advised all her fellow
supporters not to venture abroad since this time she is really going
to move on Ra-kneel. Guess ole Satellite is taking it a month at a
time. Sin no!
Despite shunning the peace table, the
striped tribe from the Wanni are quite happy to take wing all across
the globe. They are studying federalism in the glow of the peace
talking, we are told. Federalism or no federalism, stripes are hard to
On tour the Tiger cubs are under the
watchful eye of Puli, the Deva, who, for a Tiger, keeps an eagle eye
on the flock. The cubs only get to touch their passports once on the
flight, no doubt for fear of more flights. The passports are
distributed once inside the craft, but not so the emigration forms.
They are only handed over once on the relevant ground. Better safe
than sorry eh!
So some red boys gate crashed Ra-kneel’s
party in the Land of the Rising Sun, and at a temple at that, and
tried to make a mess of the chap’s hour of glory. If he could have
his way, blue boy, Mer-Win the foul mouth would have loved to join the
lot. A little bird whispers that Merv was all geared up to get to the
Land of the Rising Sun to play spoil sport. But some knotty issues on
the entry documents stopped him in his track well before any flight,
right here at the mission in Colombo. Hmmm...
hath no fury...
Falling in love with Boggles certainly is not a healthy habit.
Occupation hazards include death threats and cat fights in very public
places among others. Even after retirement from the occupation, the
hazards keep following you around. That is what the good doctor who
got ministerial love ditties is finding out.
Last week, a big blue Pajero drove up
to her car and several goons that got off made away with her number
plates. Curse of the Boggles love, is it?
As for Boggles, we all know his
number now don’t we?