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Two of a kind
Remember the judge who slandered the cops and the Greens in his
recent report on the safe house? Guess what. When this rag telephoned
him for a comment, he was full of praise for this rag, saying however,
“I only don’t sometimes agree with the language you use. Its very
harsh — just like my wife.”
No
wonder the poor man’s report was full of sound and fury.
Lanka’s Oliver
Twist
The budget ended with the Greens cruising home. But the pow wow
was not without its moments. No sooner had the Tee-En-A said they were
boycotting the vote, Rowf the Hack sensed an opportunity. Left with
just an hour to go before count down, Rowf played hard to get. Pouting
prettily he said the SLMC would not vote Aye. The reason being the
treasury has done the dirty on the old boy and not released demanded
cash. The labouring one who whips in parliament was seen rushing the
sulking Hack to Ra-kneel — who promised the pirate a bounty of
goodies and Rowf was soon nodding Aye. It certainly pays to play
spoilt child eh?
He comes from Jaffna
And Maheswaran from the land of palmyrah was also throwing a
tantrum — issuing dark and dire threats to all and sundry that he
would not place his stamp to the budget since the treasury had denied
him a bag full of liquid cash. Ra-kneel had to once more smile and
wave his magic wand promising gift wrapped prezzis and the
dissatisfied angel was soon beaming. Hmm...
Court
jesters
with
the court antics of the Poya Counsel (PC) in the bookiepala case a
standing joke among the black coats, even those who mete out justice
are having a laugh at the two poya
counsel's expense and so it was with the Magistrate at the court in
the Fort on Fry-day.
A
senior counsel was pleading for bail in a case for misappropriation
but the Magistrate would not budge and refused bail
but not before holding out hope for the Mohomeddan counsel. Try
again on Poya day was the parting shot of the one who metes out
justice and the court house erupted in laughter. Hee! Hee!
The advisor
And this maybe the way Bookiepala has also learnt his lesson to
talk big and get his own way. But the poor man may meet his Waterloo
sooner than he bargains taking into account the constant ill advise
his chief cohort Nihal Sri has been dishing out. Those at the Cricket
Board have already voiced discord saying Bookiepala should restrict
his battle to a legal one and not involve politicos. Nihal Sri however
has other plans and is determined the schmucks battle must be at a
political level. Even the cricketing kind have yet to learn that once
Nihal Sri gets his teeth into something there is no letting go —
like a dog with a bone Nihal Sri has proved he will not let this
chance go by to attack his all time favourites Ra-kneel, the
Professori and Choks. A
question of mixed priorities or what!
Forked tongue
Toe-knee the Greig of cricketing fame has now reached notoriety
— no sooner was Bookiepala dismissed on a Poya day forsooth,
Toe-knee was gushing on the idiot box that the man is a wonder boy and
the best thing for cricket in ole Paradise isle.
Maybe
the fact that Bookiepala sends his Benz to pick and drop Toe-knee each
time he sets foot in this isle is the reason why the man was gushing
and blushing immune to the fact that the Chief Justice no less had
sacked the judge and is due to do the dirty soon on the lawyers as
well for discharging the Bookie — what with his underworld
connections and all. Please, Toe-knee mind your language what?
Slip of the
tongue
And what with all the bad press and all, Bookiepala was soon on
the buzzby to the Timely boss pleading for his newspaper of the
vernacular kind to have a one on one tete-a-tete with him. The
Timely boss agreed having already profited from contracts with Ess Ell
Tee. But Bookiepala, always the smart ass has put his foot in it again
committing himself to various stances — “I know no Dhammika — I
no speak with him — I no send him abroad...” the man has said,
forgetting all the mounting evidence against him. Aiyo, Aiyo when will
the silly schmuck learn.... It certainly takes all kinds to make up
the heads in this ole isle, eh!
Wrong Number
And Dhammika was also being a bad boy. Guess who he called last
week — Ravi Kay. There was Ravi enjoying the cup that overflows when
his mobile rings and who is on the other end, you guessed wrong, not
the queen, but Dhammika saying “hi, its me calling from my hole in
the magazine prison.” The Bookie it appeared had put the man upto a
bit of mischief to show he is not the only one dealing with the
underworld.
Ravi Kay who was with Captain Cool at a party was not amused
and hurriedly cut the call. Dhammika however is not a man easily
swayed having slayed some 50 of the human kind. He persisted and
telephoned Ravi Kay no less than eight times that night.
After all, what can the man do — sitting as he does hour
after witching hour in a dark and dank cell — he must have some fun
as well right? Yeah, right!
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