Darling Ma-hinder,

It is not often that I find my eyebrow receding into my hairline but last week I can tell you dear it did. I mean to say, whose eyebrow wouldn't have meandered a kilometre or two up and down the forehead on hearing that Rakneel - a chap who, as chaps go is a decent sort of chap and welcomed at most of the better clubs one should wager, should be stopped in his tracks when attempting to slip into his seat at the House by the Diyawanna.

And if a chap like Rakneel - a man as integrally part of the interior d‚cor as the copper leaf on the main chandelier - can be kept out, what next I thought to myself, in between well deserved sips of Chardonnay.

Anxious nerves

The morality of the common or garden parliamentarian is notoriously lax and what with all this prevention is better than cure business taking place outside the House by the You-Know-What,  it was all too much for my anxious nerves to manage without at least another glass of champagne.

And once Rankeel had let it be known that thugs dressed in various caps and hats and things had prevented a smooth morning drive to that great monument of democracy the H by the D as we know it others claimed of road blocks too.

There are many ways to subvert the legislative assembly if one could call it that darling and one of the more effective methods is perhaps to bomb it out of sight. Plan B would be to prevent the chaps actually taking up space in the main hall from getting there in the first place. I suppose however dearie H by the D or no H by the D, the easiest way to do it would be to beat the hell out of the bally masses every which way you can.

Good front seat

You wouldn't know anything about that would you dearie. You know what I think dearie? The bally chaps are all jostling to get a good front seat. That's all it is. You HAD to go and increase your cabinet didn't you? Now everyone feels he or she is important enough to occupy the front benches.

And If Daddy Long Legs a.k.a Rakneel stretched himself out nicely that's putting two prime seats out. No wonder he was prevented from coming in. All these young bucks you've lured into your fold with promises of a tea party, and the up shot? Road blocks on parliamentary drive and a bally scramble for seats.

I mean to say it would have been like the first day of school and bagging a seat by the window at the back wouldn't it? There the chaps were, after a month of prorogation entering into new sessions. Who wouldn't have wanted to bag an aisle seat?

Too hasty

And if this was not enough the Acting Bamba OIC seemed a tad under the weather. He, one could say at a venture was certainly not feeling rosy all over. Au Contraire he was rubbing her up the wrong way.  The thing with these new police chaps is that they are rather too hasty. They bark all morning getting no sleep at night and feel positively foul at dawn. And the upshot? Harassment of perfectly lovely females by mid morning.

And the next thing you know Ravi Kay is at your door step waving placards and burning effigies. Not a pleasant thing to come to even if one has done something to deserve it I suppose. I mean, it is the fervent wish of many that they don't get what they deserve. I myself being of genteel breed and having like Abou Ben Adhem found myself in the presence of  an Angel who had, I'm quite certain of it, entered my name in the Book of Life have nothing to fear, but the rest of you yokels had better look sharp.

Wet blanket

And someone who would definitely not want to get everything he bally well deserved would of course be that chap Aluthgamage. A bit of a wet blanket now isn't he darling. And a tell tale to boot I can see. A sneak if there ever was one.

There he was threatening one of the red chaps, Vijitha that he would run along of an evening in his night gown or otherwise - one is never sure with sneaks, and tell you all about how the red chap had expressed concern over the investigation into the Pulle assassination case. He would get you to order the CID to question him he threatened. Well at any rate we all know the CID has plenty of time on its hands. But then again its always the bogus sleuthing work that takes the longest time.