Not these two South American strongmenAnd quite a big push it was. Especially the sofa-bed, which weighs about two tons and had to be manually lifted up over a first-floor balcony, through the kitchen window, and then carefully manoeuvred through a very narrow opening into the living room. One of the removal men, a South American strong man with lovely green eyes, stood up on the balcony ledge like a colossus heaving it up by a strap, while McChe, the other South American and myself pushed from below. It must have been quite a comical sight. It was the only solution, as they had already gouged holes in the walls trying unsuccessfully to get it up a spiral staircase. The removal guys were quite businesslike and efficient, and put more than their backs into the job:
"No pasa, hombre."
"Si, si, venga, pasara."
"No, no, mira, mira, no va."
"Si si si, venga, venga,"
"No no no, no pasa, no pasa, NO PASA, AIIIIIII MI COJONES !!!"
While all this was going on, Londoners were turning out in record numbers to vote Red Ken out of office, and similarly all over England and Wales. The return of the stalwart British upper middle classes to their rightful place, i.e. in charge, is long overdue and will act as a bulwark of patrician values against the tide of oleaginous parvenus who are grabbing the reins of power on the continent. Regular readers will remember that I backed Boris from the start, and he obviously reads my blog, as he followed my advice to tone down the clowning. I for one shall be raising a glass of Pimms to the new Mayor and look forward to an improved public transport service, which as I understand may involve making better use of the Thames.
The victory of the "blues" has even spread to football, with Chelsea qualifying for the Champions League final in Moscow, against the barbarian hordes of the north. It is well known that the hooligan element of both teams' supporters hate each other with a vengeance. The Muscovite riot police are likely to be the real winners on 21st May, and are probably already polishing their rubber bullets with glee. As a Londoner by birth, I must support Chelsea, and their victory is a foregone conclusion with Peter Bonnetti in goal.
"No pasa, hombre."
"Si, si, venga, pasara."
"No, no, mira, mira, no va."
"Si si si, venga, venga,"
"No no no, no pasa, no pasa, NO PASA, AIIIIIII MI COJONES !!!"
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While all this was going on, Londoners were turning out in record numbers to vote Red Ken out of office, and similarly all over England and Wales. The return of the stalwart British upper middle classes to their rightful place, i.e. in charge, is long overdue and will act as a bulwark of patrician values against the tide of oleaginous parvenus who are grabbing the reins of power on the continent. Regular readers will remember that I backed Boris from the start, and he obviously reads my blog, as he followed my advice to tone down the clowning. I for one shall be raising a glass of Pimms to the new Mayor and look forward to an improved public transport service, which as I understand may involve making better use of the Thames.
The victory of the "blues" has even spread to football, with Chelsea qualifying for the Champions League final in Moscow, against the barbarian hordes of the north. It is well known that the hooligan element of both teams' supporters hate each other with a vengeance. The Muscovite riot police are likely to be the real winners on 21st May, and are probably already polishing their rubber bullets with glee. As a Londoner by birth, I must support Chelsea, and their victory is a foregone conclusion with Peter Bonnetti in goal.
12 comments:
"Oleaginous parvenus" - what better description of the Cameronian Lowlanders?! Passing through Slough Comprehensive is a route, not an AOC.
Scandalous that he dared to mention his cojones in your presence, milady. I hope you withheld the tip. Do you remember how Peter Bonnetti, "the cat", was quickly forgiven for his blunder in 1970? The English were more civilised about football in those days.
Is that the Spanish equivalent of "Right! said Fred,"?
Autolycus, I was thinking more of Sarkozy and Berlusconi,who must account for half the world's exports of hair pommade.
GB, what exactly do you mean by "withholding the tip"?
Pat, I think it was the Spanish equivalent of "Do you know the piano's on my foot?" "No you hum it son, I'll play it." Two friends of GB's in that advert, as you will recall.
Being blue didn't help Leicester very much.
Does one gain access to you via the balcony now?
Gambo, indeed, I'll be out there with me pointy hat and me tapestry. Get your tights and lute lad, you've pulled.
It seems she hangs upon the cheek of night like a rich jewel in an Ethiope's ear
But soft! What light from yonder window breaks? It is the East, and Gambo is the sun.
And then again...
My mother made me a homosexual.
If I give her the wool will she make me one?
One of Shakespeare's lesser known lines, forsooth.
The spinsters and the knitters in the sun
And the free maids that weave their thread with bones
Do use to chant it: it is silly sooth,
And dallies with the innocence of love,
Like the old age.
If I give her the wool will she make me one? (Twelf Night)
Ooh I love it when you talk dirty.
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