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Confession
Reginald
is not about to play dirty. Having performed a stint at the bastion of
information ole Regi did not like cracking the whip and forcing those
state media types to do exactly as they are told.
No
sooner the local government polls were announced Reginald made a bee
line to Rauf's at the house of tunils and saying sorry over and over
again, the angel could hardly find words to express his grief over the
recent saga between the two K's. Rauf had to calm the agitated git
before making sense of his apology.
Reginald
it appears was deeply disturbed over the pranks enacted via the state
asses recently naming Rauf as a Casanova, and a drunken one at that.
The angel was desperate to tell Rauf he had nothing to do with the
goma campaign and had from the beginning like Pontius Pilate washed
his hands off the whole sordid affair.
And
no sooner had Reginald made his confession and received absolution he
signed his resignation papers with a flourish and strode to the
provinces to contest that all important election, discarding his
portfolio with glee. Hear! Hear!
Honest
work
And
when quizzed by a wild ass as to why he is throwing aside his
ministerial trappings merely to sit on the patched seat of a local
council, Reginald answered with deep feeling - "I no longer want
to fabricate things, I don't want to tell lies to the press. I want to
get back to the provinces where I can work with honesty."
Dear,
dear and here we all were thinking the likes of these angels is so
corrupt that Satellite is fully justified in presenting to the house
as the first bill an anti corruption law. But it seems according to
ole Reginald that it is Satellite who needs a good whipping and not
her long suffering angels. This maybe why there are still no takers
for the post of media angel. Even Mangy is running shy having refused
to face those wild asses he said once upon a time could so easily be
bought over a bottle of arakku. Well, well, the boot sure is on the
other foot, eh? As the old saying goes, ill begotten gains certainly
do nobody no good.
Two
of everything
Ratnasiri
certainly believes in twos. Not only has the angel always held two
portfolios even when premier but this time too has two posts, two
houses as well as two... you know what.
The
first little house is courtesy of Ra-kneel who doled out state houses
to the podu peramuna blots like doling out fish to the 5,000. This
enviable abode is situated at B63, Stanmore Crescent and the second
home is slap bang opposite the first at B12, Stanmore Crescent.
The
second home has been handed out by Satellite and was the former formal
abode of the one for deputy defence. Having crept in through the back
door of the house by the Diyawanna here at least Ratnasiri reigns
supreme and can play hop scotch with the houses, tossing a coin each
night to decide where he will lay his aching head. Some guys have all
the luck eh?
Clown
Prince's antics
The
Clown Prince is soon to get his drawers in a right royal twist. The
silly git has gone and opened his big gab and angered an honest blot
at the 'bee o eye' so much so the latter is threatening to sue the
Clown for a right royal sum of green smackers.
And
the Clown is now doing somersaults pleading with the guy who was once
a member of the khaki kind to lie low and shelve that damning
petition. Well, what can
one expect from ole A Bee? The Clown is too full of himself to even
think straight and if he does not watch his step will soon come
tumbling down and akka will certainly not be around to pick up the
pieces then, ok?
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