Wee-flower last week coughed his guts
out when he said this and that at the House by the Diyawanna Oya
slamming the podu peramuna types. Having had his say the git was
standing tall outside the well of the house together with Mano Wijey
when Rauf walked out. And Wee-flower had the grace to blush when
Rauf called the man's bluff saying the reds are a bunch of yellow
livered cowards for no sooner Satty crooks her little finger the
gits would go running, choking on their jathika abimanaya tail
between the legs and all. Sin no!
And Wee-flower had a baptism of fire of
sorts when he arrived at the banquet Satty threw to host ole Clinton
and Bush Snr. Ignoring what the fine print on the invite said that
dress was formal or national, the git sauntered in sporting a shirt
all in red. But it was not his dress code that was the talk of the
town but that the die-hard Marxist had downed his pride and was
mixing with those darned dirty imperialists no less. Tch! Tch!
At the banquet it was fine dining. No
finger bowls were visible only sparkling silver. Wee-flower, a
little bird whispers, was caught staring at the silver with utter
dismay, but nevertheless did not dare use his paws to dip into the
sumptuous Tangalle lobster that was served as hors d'oeuvre.
Instead the git struggled and fought
with his silver trying hard to pick out the fine flesh, using knife
and fork but to no avail. Finally, red shirt and all he shoved it
aside, surreptitiously smacking his lips for all that was lost.
Sha-litter is fast earning a name that
will soon hit the big lights. This time the silly prat was having
his home down Katunayake way all done up, but has for some funny
blarney reason got runway lights fixed on the house. Dear. Dear. why
did no one tell this boy that he will have those darn jets landing
on his head. Who could after all blame UL, eh?
The Clown Prince has a stalker and is
in a right royal panic. First it was at the ministry that is tourist
where Douggie landed gear and all only to attract the suicide
striped kind, frightening the Clown no end. The Clown since moved to
the ministry that is industry but Douggie, lo and behold was at his
doorstep last week snooping for a room or two to rest his rear. But
the Clown, this time, is having none of it, so much so, he forced
the paid forces to stage a protest insisting Douggie must not, ever,
be allowed to come sit. Hee! Hee!
The grapevine was a-buzz last week that
Mahindeer of Kalutara fame was about to jump fences abandoning the
greens for good. And the rumour machine was pumping overtime cause
when Cader, the prison bird buzzed Mahindeer he complained that he
too had been the focus of gossip alleging he was about to cross as
well. But Mahindeer laughed inviting Cader to come sup with him that
night joking after all he was about to swear allegiance to the blue,
red and blue. Crikes!