 |
| Sir Stanley Bottomsley-Ffookes |
THE DEATH OF GHEDDAFI
By Jove! Fine business that is! That Arab chappie - the one who takes his tent with him everywhere - been topped by his own people!!! Never been to Libya myself. Wasn't part of the Empire, what? Damn hot place I imagine. Full of flies, probably. Can't drink the water in these places. Jolly inconvenient. Had Bombay Belly once. Put water in my whiskey. Miserable business! Servant chappie who had to clean up next morning actually passed out! You'd think they'd be used to it, wouldn't you? Do their business in the street, I believe.... Fine looking fillies out there. India. Not Libya. Never been to Libya. Don't fancy Libya at all. Yes, damn pretty gals. No blondes, mind. All dark. Big eyes. In India... Mind you, don't mind English gals either. Not quite so shy. First wife, Cecily, wasn't at all shy. Was always up for a roll in the hay. Used to pop into her room every night when we were married. Well, when that big-bosomed maid, Bessie, couldn't be found... Good Lord! She was a great sport, was Bessie! A chappie could really let off a bit of steam with that little vixen! Never said no to anything! Did some things with Bess I hadn't done since I was in boarding school! What a sport she was! Wouldn't be surprised if my second cousin's girl, Carole, wasn't a good sport too. She has that look about her. A chap can always tell... Bet she'd give a chap a good run for his money...
Good grief! It's frightfully late! That new gal will be lighting the fire in my bedroom soon. Better go up and ...uhm....check on her. Have to make sure that standards are kept stiff high at Bottomsley Ffookes Manor.
Toodle pip!!!
No comments:
Post a Comment