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Suba
Aluth Avuruddak
Satellite began the new year true to form. Having partied
from dusk till dawn the previous night she was not about to rise and
shine on the first of the year. Having made merry she had all but
forgotten that she had extended an invite to the three service chiefs
and a host of others to come share kiributh and lunumiris the first
morn at 9 a.m.
Snoozing off a heavy head, she finally surfaced in 2004.
Shaking off her grogginess she breezed in at 2:15 p.m. cheerily
calling out a happy new year to her breakfast guests. If looks could
kill, the ones on the faces of the three service chiefs certainly said
it all. What to do men... What to do...
PM
in waiting
And the Clown Prince was not about to party in this ole
paradise isle but made for his favourite of all places, the lost
angels in Uncle Sam. His pals had gathered and organised a do for old
times sake. At supper a toast was proposed. AB’s pal however sure
had his wires crossed. Holding his glass high he crooned that AB had
been offered the premiership by no less than two presidents — but
had declined in keeping with his conscience. As the Clown Prince
nodded sagely, another wag was heard to quip, “Yes, but he settled
for a ministry from old Wijetunge...”
Hic... Hic...
The
plot thickens
The attorney that is general was chuckling after reading a
gem in the daily noise. The tale is suspected to have been planted by
none other than Bookie Pala himself on the advice of his erstwhile
confidant Nihal Sri.
The story read that the AG had called for the files on Choksy
and Pasky on the Hilton saga. Jumping the gun as usual Nihal Sri had
in spinning his fairy tale thickened the plot by saying the AG was
looking at the files to charge the duo with criminal breach of trust.
The AG could only laugh when quizzed by another black coat saying,
“I have not called for any files. Maybe the man who planted the tale
has done so.” Ha, ha, ha and a hoo!
Sadu...
Sadu...
What with religious strife and political bashings Ra-kneel
had a pow wow with the leading monks. At the meeting it was proposed
that both Ra-kneel and Satellite meet in the presence of the monks and
they would judge for themselves which of the two was being the most
stubborn.
The small hamuduruwa however was not happy with the idea.
“No way,” he said, adding that Satellite would have none of him as
she cannot stand the sight of him. Instead of mediation the monks
would have to resort to meditation after a meeting of this nature as
sparks were sure to fly — and not just due to Ra-kneel. So, the idea
like all others has been shelved. As the saying goes... ne’er the
two shall meet...
Captain
Cool breathes fire
Cricket in this paradise isle is never without its moments.
As if the game has not got enough publicity what with Bookie Pala and
his murderous chums doing the needy, Ara-Winder has also now jumped
into the fray. The blot was last seen on the idiot box espousing the
cause of Hush-an saying that when the Aussies from down under come to
play, Hush-an will captain the side.
The idea hatched between Ara-Winder and Bookie Pala is to
keep Marvan at bay. Why? Marvan is related to Captain Cool. The news
has made Captain Cool blow hot and he was breathing fire and brimstone
at all and sundry pointing an accusing finger at his old pal and
cricket partner yelling the guy is playing dirty.
Howzat!
That is not all. Ara-Winder went another step further putting
both feet into his mouth when he croaked recently, “It was my idea
to boost cricket at the provinces.” The idea old boy was mooted for
yonks by Captain Cool and the former cricketing hero was fuming saying
Ara-Winder’s false claim to fame “is just not
cricket.”
Ara-Winder however is on a winning streak. His prosperity
even attracted the attention of Satellite who was heard asking Captain
Cool how come Ara-Winder is able to afford a bright red Ferrari that
cost a cool 26 million smackers. “Can you earn so much money by
playing cricket?” she asked Captain Cool and pat came the reply,
“not the cricket that I played, Madam, not the cricket I played.”
Ahem and Amen to that!
Too
late
And when will Bookie Pala ever learn? This time around the
schmuck called up Sumith from Badureliya and pleaded with the guy
saying, “At least for the sake of my kids withdraw your complaint to
the cee eye dee and save me from the gallows.” For good measure he
threw in that he was planning to resign from the board that is
cricket.
Sumith however had to gently point out to the shaking git
that he had nothing to do with sending him to the gallows come January
8. As for his letter of resignation Sumith pointed out that Bookie
Pala should have bowed out a long, long time ago. Why oh why, Sumith
was heard asking did Bookie Pala not have the foresight to tell
Dhammika goodbye many, many moons ago. At least he would have saved
himself the bother of a prison cell. Too late old boy, too late...
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