Thursday, 17 May 2007

Dangerman!


Napoleon too was an immigrant and look what happened! At least Buonaparte wasn't surrounded by squillions of blonde children and a dodgy wife. What's that all about?
Just imagine if the little Corsican had been gifted his personal keycodes for the nuclear strike buttons as happened yesterday with the little Hungarian!
The facts are staring us in the face: both emperors are petit, dark Mediterranean types, both have boundless energy and ambition, endless procreative powers, are famous for attempting to unite the Republic with a song and are both destined to meet their Waterloos (sic); however, and this is the catch, only after multiple re-enactments of European discomfiture! What Sark might get up to over the next few years leaves me cold.


Tish's foray into the souks of Montpeller was one of the most financially damaging afternoons I've experienced since a trip to Lingfied many lunar moons ago. Men only need their boys' toys; women want eveything else. Why? Because they deserve it?
Whatever agency thought up that piece of cant needs blacklisting! Moolah, moolah everywhere - exploding from my accounts.

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