from ole Blighty was taken to the ganadevi kovil at the old kingdom in
preparation for the big rally. The blot was told to dash with all his
might a coconut. With the first throw only bits of pol mudda flew. The
dashed thing did not crack even with a second throw and ole Somay's
eyes grew wild. Only a third effort drew results and the gediya flew
open much to Somay's relief who could be seen breathing long and
deep... Well, well... If only ole Somay knew that the kovil was one
among many that was reduced to ashes during the July of '83. There is
a God above after all eh?
talking about God, remember the Clown Prince and his letter of doom
prophesying horses of death and an apocalypse to the Ed of this rag?
Well the Leading types set a trap for the Clown after he claimed to
all and sundry he never authored that bit of hate mail.
Via a mutual friend he was asked innocently if his reference to
an apocalypse had anything to do with the movie since the Clown prides
himself on being a movie buff. Pat came the Clown's reply "No,
No, it was taken from the Bible..." Gotcha!
from writing his letters of doom the Clown Prince is now enjoying a
humongous sulk. The reason? The man was not allowed to speak at the
sandhanaya's inaugural rally - only akka took pride of place. So the
for her part went to the rally and played musical chairs. The Rathu
Sahodarayas had planned to sit one on either side of her ample bosom.
Ole Somay was placed on her left and Wee-flower on her right with the
opposing one next to Wee-flower.
was none too pleased, pointedly leaning across Wee-flower she
whispered to the opposing one and no sooner had she stood to speak the
opposing one shifted to her seat forcing Wee-flower to move next to
Somay so the Prez would have a chair next to Mahind-er when she
finished her speech. Well, well as we have said before, this marriage
for sure is yet to be consummated, eh?
for his part has been reeking of all things nice since of late. The
blot has hair slicked with expensive gel, a beard that is trimmed to a
tickle and a manicure and pedicure to boot.
result a little bird whispers are due to his visits to the Hilton.
Nay, not to sample the raw fish but to flit into the salon that is
Ra-money and enjoy a shampoo and trim with liberal helpings of gel and
gloss. No more for the bloodthirsty blot is his sweat of yore a label
to sport. Instead to look good and smell divine is now all important.
Hmm... Capitalism certainly has its pluses doesn't it old man?
Wee-flower is not just smelling good but doing the naughty as well.
No, no, not that kind but this time its with the saffron robe types.
Last week the selacine types arrived pronto outside the abode of Tilak
the Uru-meeya to film a protest of the monks.
the TV types arrived only to find not a robe in sight. One of the crew
immediately called Wee-flower and the conversation went something like
this... "mahaththaya, ekkenek vath nahe..."
an hour later a bevy of monks appeared and Tilak the Uru-Meeya was
treated to an entertaining spectacle outside his front gate. The
selacine types? They got their film and everyone was a happy boy
including the sadhus. A little bird whispers that one thing is for
sure and that is Wee-flower did not have his head under a shampoo at
the time, instead he was biting a few of those manicured nails... Hee...
national list has been the talk of the town. Having left out two old
heavyweights, Hot Garden and Rat-nasiri the Prez had instead nominated
owes the lady one for gathering all those Anjanan Eliya types and so
Loose-ida a former avurudu kumari had earned the Prez's merit.
by the way is the better half of Merve the loud mouth. We can but only
hope that Loose-ida will not treat the sandhanaya to a right royal
burst of four letter epitaphs like good ole hubby eh? After all we
cannot now make the sahodarayas see red eh?
in the battle of the legal asses for the post of pres of the Bee Ass
Ess Ell one of the aspirants, a president's counsel no less was doling
out patis and cutlets in little bags with a Coke thrown in as well.
Never in the history of such an election has an aspirant tried a bit
of lobbying to win the hot seat others were heard to grumble. Well
given that a PC has now been reduced to a Poya Counsel what more can
Paradise isle expect from these blots eh?
Just have a Coke and say Aye....