Wednesday, 20 February 2008


Well you know those Sat Navs i was telling you about yesterday, the ones where Michael Caine's voice has been skinned to give directions, well, i think you can only get them in the UK. They cost about 300 pounds, sorry, pound, and instead of Sylvania, you could end up in Cricklewood or Streatham.

Why is it that people, sorry, persons, everywhere, in Erinsborough, at the bureau, in the cafe, and no doubt, right now, in some ridiculously overpriced share accom. hse an HM, who claims to have a good sense of humour and love comedy - yes, Brian the autodidact, ask/say

"Do you want a tea?"

Excuse me, nsrs

"No, I don't want a fucking tea, Brian but I would love a cup of tea, a cuppa, perhaps even a pot of tea or a potta, if you don't mind. Ta muchly and thanking you!"

Lord love a duck because he's never going to love Brian.

Curiously a tea is more palatable if it's profferred with a nice sandwich.

Have a good one (god knows what but please let it be good )


Snooter Pooter


David said...

How does the pound stand up against the pahnd these days?

Mistress Bel said...

Ultimatively and at the end of the day it's just pounds and pence innit.

Anonymous said...

lets us not forget the Irish punt, superseded in 1999 by the euro dollar

Mistress Bel said...

poor old punt;we we will not forget it. I thought the euro was established in the noughties but what would i know about finance -i'm no Alan Kohler, dastardly gazumper of Phillip Lasker.

Mandu said...

Interesting you mentioned the punt because I was about to say that I only offer my guests Morroccan meatballs these days

Mistress Bel said...

Oh Mandu, you've still got it.

David said...

Stop writing comments to yourself pretending to be Mandu. I wish I'd thought of that

mandu said...

I'm sure you will dear boy

Mistress Bel said...

What an inspired thought. Did it come to you in a dream? If i want comments i just entreat nsrs to do so in the posting.

Look forward to hearing your version of gimme shelter Mandy.