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Another
one bites the dust...
And
it was more of the sensational stuff when the wild assess went public
with the former bank boss speaking from his hideaway in the UK, saying
a minister asked him for 50 million smackers and the doors of his
sealed bank would be opened.
A
guessing game began. This
rag certainly does not want to stop the guessing game nor whitewash
the bank boss whose own conduct has raised more than an eyebrow or two
but according to our hot news the bank boss has named the minister as
being none other than the portly one from the deep south.
We leave it to the public to administer who the culprit is....
RUN
OUT
And
poor Bookie Pala is now reduced to pariah
status. At a star
class supper of corporate
heads the company chiefs were seen giving Bookie Pala a wide berth.
Only Jayanetti of the JEDB was kind and kept the man company.
Suddenly
Bookie Pala spotted the Corner Tree Houses.
Sidling upto them he greeted the engaging duo only to have to
choke on his Sprite when the missus trilled..."My God, we have
seen such lovely pictures of you in the papers recently..."
Bookie pala was seen beating a fast retreat as he slithered away with
a black scowl on his face...." Sin no?
SCAry
times
Having
handed out orders to kill as and when he so pleased Bookie Pala now
knows what it feels like. The
man is shaking like a leaf every time he puts his little feet out of
Punchi Borella and accompanied by a battalion of armed men he
travelled at speed to the BIA to leave for the land of the Swiss.
Authorities
at the BIA were amused when one of the beefie types telephoned airport
security and insisted they must accompany Bookie Pala upto the
departure lounge. No way
they were told. Finally,
it was agreed that the underworld contractor should have security upto
the check-in counters. Thus far and no further they were warned and
Bookie Pala was escorted and watched over while he logged in.
Bookie Pala however watched his back - visibly uneasy until he
was safely ensconced in business class. Hmm ...
missing
in action
Having
shouted themselves hoarse that Ra-kneel had done the nation in by
lauding the Big Apple for its show in Iraq, the podu peramuna angels
were however missing in action at the much called for pow-wow in the
House by the Diyawanna.
Most
of them were spotted outside in the lobby trying desperately to
contact Satellite and tell her that the Puthra -cigar - the podu
peramuna angel from N'eliya - had done a bunk to the ranks of the TNA.
Satellite
however could not be contacted despite her having told her angels
"you can call me at any time - I am available 24 hours of the
day." Instead many of the podu peramuna types were seen getting
blue in the face, banging their ear pieces in despair, using choice
words as even her sec. Ganegala was missing in action. Tch! Tch!
wheels
within wheels
Sparks
flew at this week's cupboard meeting when Satellite suggested duty
free permits be issued to the provincial types so they can traverse
the highways in super
luxury Monteros. The one
who consumes shot up and barked, "it is you who in 1994 called
for a cut in the use of limos - have you forgotten?"
Satellite
had to stay mum and her ploy to gain favour months before the
provincial elections fell flat.
Seeing
red
At
the restaurant down Diyawanna way Raviraj of the tulf was seen
approaching Wee Flower of the reds and lauding him for his eloquency
in speaking the mother tongue. "Will
you teach me as well how to speak the lingo?" Raviraj inquired
only to get a terse response from the red baron saying, "I will
teach you something else..." "What Marxism?" asked the
Raj only to be told angrily, "no something else..."
The
reds have apparently not forgiven Raja for his tough stance on a
recent chat show on the idiot box when the two almost engaged in
fisticuffs - calling each other names for daring to espouse
nationalistic causes. Shame, no!
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