Monday, August 07, 2006

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.

4 Comments:

At 9:26 pm, Blogger Snailspace said...

Bloody hell are you that supple

 
At 10:43 pm, Blogger sfdretywu said...

Eating the one off the top of your head would require much more extensive surgery than just having a couple of ribs removed, I'm sure!

 
At 11:41 pm, Blogger Eastcliff Richard said...

Would you be following that with a truncheon meat sandwich? You naughty policeman, you!

 
At 1:19 pm, Blogger Lucy Mail said...

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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