Last week the Leading types wrote
of a meeting between M-squared, Baa-sil and
Hack-him at M’s office building. M got so
jittery that soon afterwards he had
installed close circuit cameras in his lift,
monitored from his own office to keep an eye
on the comings and goings of visitors much
to their chagrin. Spoilsport, no?
Spokesperson
We in Paradise Isle have many claims to
being the first, and last week there was one
more when the minister who is prime, Rat
Wick spoke of Injun foreign policy while
touring Iss-rael much to the mirth of the
Injuns. Sin no!
Delayed Action
Satellite may have lost power but she
most certainly has not lost her sense of
humour. Last week she flew to London to be
by the side of Yaso in her confinement and
when well wishers inquired pat came the
answer, "baby delayed – already taking after
grand ma." Sweet no!
Bolt from the blue
Any ole excuse it seems is good enough
for a holiday in Paradise and school
students are usually the biggest
beneficiary. This time around it was the
turn of the kids at the school that is Brit
down Elvitigala way to be the recipients of
a sudden holiday kind courtesy of the khaki
kind. The reason, Maa-hinda’s mum in law’s
funeral was going to be held next door at
kanatte. The stunned Brit kids were told to
bolt by 1 pm or be locked up till 8. So bolt
they did! Hmm
Record Breaker
Boggles is a hard man to keep from
getting what he wants. Not only has the man
filled the ministry where nothing is foreign
with his relatives close and far, he has now
ventured out as well. The man is now filling
reservation land in Kotte, down Ananda
Balika Road to please the mom-in-law and the
sis-in-law, and that by breaking the law.
Who cares men!
Marching Orders
Hen the shutterbug is the nervy type. He
ran to Ma-hinder and said that the
Leading types were now threatening him
to get some docs. All after two nuts on his
and his clan’s kiribath supplies. But
the man did not know that his offer to give
the Leading types the docs was
recorded and now Ma-hinder has got the
message and asked the man to pack up; there
will be no more events to manage. Hee! Hee!
