Please Take Him
I see that silly old duffer Eastcliff Richard has gone and got himself kidnapped. I've lost sight of the number of times I've told him to be more aware of security at that old pile he calls a Cliff Top Mansion.
Well if he's hoping I'm going to call my Special Branch contacts he's got another think coming. It's probably just another publicity stunt anyway. If he's not back tomorrow I'll eat my helmet.
posted by The Angina Monologues @ 8:52 am
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Bloody hell are you that supple
Would you be following that with a truncheon meat sandwich? You naughty policeman, you!
I once saw a policeman, in Margate, getting into a right pickle with his Batman utility belt whilst trying to arrest someone.
Poor feller ended up with his truncheon firmly lodged in his own asp.
I think he may have nipped the top off his mace in the process, as his eyes welled up with tears shortly afterwards.
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