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Unkindest
Cut
Agitated
and angry, Tee-langa not only called for a cut of all es el tee ads to
this rag but also sent a telegram from ess el tee to pay up our bills
- pronto. The telegram arrived Monday after our expose and the ed's
direct phone line was disconnected Tuesday. Yup, the ed did not end up
dead but at least Tee-langa got the buzz-by. He sure thinks the SLT is
his private property. Howzat, Mr. Pee Em!
Learning
Cycle
The
old saying first to Bata then to school has been given a lift, as it
now seems its first to the UN and then to school. Ra-kneel is to take
wing from the UN to the land of the Brits to admit My-tree to the
echelons of higher learning for her Pee-etch-dee. Not one to be
outdone, Ra-kneel is determined he and My-tree shall remain
intellectually on par.
At
the UN he was spotted investing in a book titled, Act Of Creation by
Steven Slesinger. Sweet no.
Short
Supply
The
EU team met Ra-kneel in the Big Apple and Chris the Pattern who is the
commissioner that is external told him his daughter was in the
Paradise isle recently on her moon that is all honey. All smiles the
Pee Em told the Pattern, Paradise has a shortfall of 2,000 grooms and
queried whether some imports can be arranged. There you go folks, good
ole Ra-kneel never forgets the Lankan lasses where ever he may go.
Hmmmmm...
The
Epistle
Hell,
they say hath no fury like a woman scorned and who better to emulate
it than our own satellite. Ra-kneel prior to arriving in the Big Apple
went to Qatar with the one who consumes to meet with the Ruler and
struck a lucrative deal for large-scale investment.
In
typical form, Satellite was furious. Visibly bristling and now a
prolific letter writer, 48 hours later she sent a missive to the Ruler
no less expressing her displeasure of Ra-kneel's visit. The ruler for
his part was of course surprised at hearing from our Satty having for
the first time received such an epistle. The emir we learn is now
fashioning his quill to reply Satty's strange and angry epitaph.
Wrong
Number
Tee-langa
who is under a lot of pressure what with allegations of paying big
bucks to pull the trigger was a man in panic mode last Sunday and was
calling all and sundry trying to seek assistance to put a lid on the
damning revelations. He did not waste time even trying to reach the
pee em.
En
route to the Big Apple Ra-kneel was in transit in London when he was
told Tee-langa was desperate to talk. No less than four phone calls
were made to Ra-kneel on the mobile but the Pee Em was otherwise
occupied at the airport lounge and the cricket prez just could not get
beyond his media secretary, Sour-man the Atha-uda
Water,
Water Everywhere...
Satellite
we know is paranoid about assassination attempts what with Pulee and
the crowd training RPGs on her presidential abode. Recently at a
meeting she requested a drink of water and was handed one of the
bottled kind - the makers being frosty. However before taking a sip
Satellite got into a frenzy yelling the water is smelling.
The
cee eye dee was summoned and Satellite insisted the water probably had
cyanide. The drink was tested by sleuths as well as statements
recorded from factory hands but the bottle was given the all clear of
any poison. The end result is Satellite summoned a meeting and
insisted quality standards be assured where water of the bottled kind
is concerned. Sad that the Prez had to go into panic mode before
action was taken to ensure the consumer is protected.
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