Wednesday, 5 November 2008

Old Holborn offers the Prime Mentalist a Red Carson


Seconds later he was up against a wall, surrounded by plastic plod.

11 comments:

Anonymous said...

You're calling Gordon Brown a 'mentalist', in preference to the twat dressed up as a character from a particularly bad film handing out flowers? Er, did you really think that one through?

What next; will you friends of Dorothy be dressing up as Toto and handing out turds?

Obnoxio The Clown said...

Morning Derek! Bad evening on the park bench, wondering who's stupping your missus?

Anonymous said...

Ah, you are handing out turds. Well, it's a step on from eating them I suppose. Proof positive that evolution does work...albeit clearly very slowly.

Incidentally if you need to be anywhere today, do remember to leave the house won't you? Wouldn't want you missing anything important because you couldn't work out how to get from A to B.

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Anonymous said...

Errr, I think the "mentalist" would be the one that's content to bring in laws that have people pinned against walls for handing out flowers.

The polite response of the recipient is "Thank you very much, I'll give it to the wife."

Such is the change in society.

Way to go, Holborn. You look ace.

Obnoxio The Clown said...

There, there, Derek, I'm sure she's really thinking about you when she's bent over the sofa of some guy she picked up in a bar. ;o)

Anonymous said...

No, seriously. If you are having difficulty getting anywhere by a set time, do let me know. I'd be happy to help. It can be so difficult can't it Obnoxio.

Obnoxio The Clown said...

It can be when you're busy stupping an attractive lady and she's insatiable.

Not that you'd know, eh, Derek? ;o)

Anonymous said...

Obnoximitosis,

You may frighten children, you certainly frighten me, but you definately handle Dolly with panache.

Anonymous said...

@praise

It's certainly true he's got a way with sheep.

Anonymous said...

Of course Pa Broone is a 'Mentalist'. He doth thinketh himself to be a 'Mentalist Whizz'. The only 'Whizz' he does is when he is sat on his potty having a dump and thinking about how can screw more cash out of the great British Public.

Pa 'Moses' Broone, is going to 'save the world' and lead to the land of Milk, Honey, No-cash and Perpetual No-motion. He cannae even save himself and his obnoxious proto-closet Marxist-Leninist pals.

Whats worse? A Labour Gubbermunt that act like its a god, or a Prime Munster who really beleives himself to be 'a god'. Herein lies the conundrum. Will this Labour Gobbermunt, a la B'liar and Broone go down history as the worst UK gubbermunt ever, or will the Historians of the future cast a kindly eye upon them all, especially Broone and excuse him because he had an impediment - Lord Mandelprat!!

(and I am sane and Sober today!!)