Thursday, March 21, 2013

Comin' Thro' the Rye

Sing a song of no 
Nonsense, laddies— 

Here comes smoking white- 
Bearded old man, 

Sickle on right 
Shoulder, waving 

No bloody left hand. 


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  2. It's as the man said, fitba, bloody hell.

    But hey, who needed that extra arm?

    (BTW/ This is a bit like following The Scarlet Pimpernel on a comment chain. They seek him here, they seek him there...)

  3. "One has to hand it to Sir Alex for his winning ways but if I were the umpire, I’d chew him out first and then show him a red card for airing his gums outside the pitch.” --Sir Percy Blakeney

  4. "Dash it," said the claret-faced Sir Alex, "not only have we been hoodwink'd by Real, but I've lost my good name to... a flower! Bloody hell!!

  5. (This comment has not YET been removed by Sir Alex Ferguson; at the moment he is busy sounding off over at his NEXT blog-stop on ANOTHER topic he knows nothing about. But since when has he allowed being a TOTAL IGNORAMUS to deter him?)

  6. According to reliable sources, scarlet pimpernel flowers are open only when the sun shines but this should not be taken as a backhanded remark aimed at Sir Alex.

  7. Not to worry, in his apoplectic moments he may well turn a florid shade but his aim with a hair-dryer is negatively affected. The time he winged Sir David Spice, the wound was so minute, the not-quite-martyred victim had to dress it in an oversize band-aid at the well-coiffed hairline to elicit the proper heaps of global press sympathy.


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