Wednesday, 23 April 2008
WHY DO I BLEEDIN' BOTHER?
Hey - P Club thanks for coming onto the Blog. Hope your stay is a gracious and rewarding one.
What is it all about eh? What has this sceptured isle become eh? Where is it all headed? Here is my tale, it is a snapshot of where we is at:
P in Court just the other day - appearing for the Prosecution (doing His bit for society) - very important case - get's witness (Daz) up for the Crown and asks simple question, not a difficult one - very straight-forward:
"Is it right that on the 14th February - you went into the Blue Lagoon Chip shop; you bought chips and on leaving the chip shop you witnessed Mr Davy stab Roy Sharp to the heart with a blade? Mr Sharp fell to the floor, Davy ran off and the police were called."
Simple question - eloquently put.
"No - tha's not right - I didn't buy chips - I bought a pie".
And that folks was it: Daz's entire bleedin' answer. No elaboration - nothing more. Straight to the point - no messing about....hit the ground running.
Judge giggled and sadly - so did the bleedin' jury. So - tension of moment lost -momentum of that crystal question screwed. P made to look like a dick, and the whole event turned into a circus.
This is the state of our British Society - this tale says it all. Dullards and pillocks rule...chavs roaming the streets eating pies and swilling lager.
P now chucked stupid horse-haired wig in bin - dumped the ridiculous 17th century gown and bands - and on Monday starts new job - up the chimneys.
Thank Gawd - cos I can't take anymore Of this krap.