11th July, 2004  Volume 10, Issue 52

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NUTSHELL

Double act

Telephone lines were buzzing nonstop over the so-called alliance of the Cee Jay. Was he or was he not there was the question on everyone's lips. The next day the joint opposition met with the Pee Em to make representations to summon the House by the Diyawanna. And since the discussion focused around these scenic surroundings the members thought it pertinent to ask the Pee Em what he planned to do if indeed the Cee Jay had been sacrificing his honour and all that down by the Diyawanna way. But the Pee Em and the Cee Jay have been longstanding buddies - one having stood as best-man at the other's wedding. And the Pee Em was quick to rise to the defence of the Cee Jay saying none of the utterances of the khakied kind hold water and that the male gigolo detected by the cops was a Cee Jay look alike. Dear, dear what next in this isle of nineteen million, eh?

Showing the door

And the khakied kind are in real hot water with the black coats. Wedi-sinha is the favoured outcast among the black coated fraternity after he tried to charge a legal eagle. The silly git later made it worse by accusing the judge no less of foul play. And having insulted and defamed the black coats the thick-skinned cop had the gumption to try and enter the canteen reserved only for those with a black coat down Hulftsdorp way. But those black coats would have none of it and stopped the man at the door demanding he take the long way around even after he swore it was not food he was seeking but a short cut to the opposite door. The black coats for sure won this first round and were all smiles as they watched the despised cop beat a hasty retreat, scurrying away with his tail between his legs. Heh! Heh!

Food for thought

In these troubled times at least one man can be happy that despite his subtle games all has been forgiven. And that is none other than the Injun busybody Sen who stands accused of cutting the grass from beneath Ra-kneel's paws. But Ra-kneel not only has katte pittu, as described by Satty, he obviously enjoys hob-nobbing with those who try to undermine him. And he displayed this very versatile quality by hosting ole Sen and his better half to dinner no less by way of bidding the Injun busybody a fond goodbye.

Opening eyes

The jokes are coming fast and furious as Satellite free falls on her promises to the masses. This one tells how Satty was jogging to keep fit what with all the arduous work ahead of her when she spotted a little boy with some pups. Halting in her tracks she asked the kid from where the pups came to which the little un replied they were just born all brand new. Satty then quizzed which party they belonged to and the smart little boy replied they all belonged to the Sandhanaya. Beaming with happiness Satty patted the kid on his nut and continued to jog her way. Two weeks later the Pee Em from the Lion City was down and after having hosted the man to a queen's banquet she suggested a jog. The two were pounding the earth when once more Satty spotted the kid and the pups. Determined to show-off to the Pee Em Satty jogged upto the kid and asking after the well being of the pups inquired once more for added effect to which party they belonged. The kid without batting an eyelid answered to the Urumaya. Shocked Satty asked how this could be given that he had told her only two weeks ago the dogs belonged full scale to the Sandhanaya. But the kid was quick to point out, "Yes Ma'am - but that was soon after they were born. Now they have opened their eyes.." Well. well. spoken from the mouth of babes what?

The joker

Dancing his cares away recently at the Capri was Merv the foul mouth. He was in strange company, but the man's behaviour was strange enough so none complained. He was hobnobbing at this "Peduru Party" with those from the Divaina Group, a group of newspapers that has been consistent in attacking Merv ever since he broke into the Divaina editorial to give a wild ass a verbal attack in raw filth some years ago. He was doing his best to patch up and even entertained them by howling a song about King Kashyapa and dancing the jig there. Not all were pleased about the presence of the obnoxious mouth and there were too many male guests muttering that their vital organs might suffer 'attack' by the uncouth politico who was recently in the game, grabbing below the belt two em pees of the Urumaya kind. Seeing Aj-eeth Gunewar-dhane of insurance fame, some of them jokingly contemplated introducing a new insurance scheme - for those male parts!!!


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