Post by Sir Henry Rawlinson on Jan 13, 2012 15:36:53 GMT -1
As you know I take no part in politics.
However a former batman of mine from the Army days has sent me this and asked me to post it on his behalf.
- Henry -
BEEN MAINTAININ' a low profile dis past few years, world, on account of a lotta bricks an' stuff gittin' bunged through de windahs o' Amin Towers, an' most o' de residents been goin' aroun' on all fours to avoid gittin' de ole skull sheared off at de conk. Dat an de unfounded rumour I is dead is de main reason I ain't been sendin' de much missed an admired message of support to my loyal subjects in Scotland. Can't git down de Post Office fo' flyin' beer-bottles, not to mention de dead pig sittin' in de presidential Jeep. Been sellotaped to de steerin' wheel by de Unionist WVS, an' if you asks me, they gotta lot to learn about de proper channels o' political protest: if they want to put a curse on someone's bowel movements, de proper place is in a letter to de Pat’s West End Forum
So in de climate of revolution I hear de call comin’ from my Kingdom and I is back to set de record straight and lead de people in fine ways de boy Salmon could not dream of even after de well known chips and cheese carry out.
THINGS SHAPIN' UP pretty good wid de Independance arrangements, wid any luck it all gonna be over by Xmas, and dis country gonna have a genwine hero, ain't no use walkin' about and chuckin' de Opposition in chokey an' choppin' de hands off of looters an' bootin' out de British parasites; ain't worth more'n two paragraphs in de average History of De Worl. Man wants to git in de househole word rank, wid de statues springin' up like mushrooms when he snuffin' it, he gotta git hisself a Great War. Bit tough on de British, but dat de way geography crumbles, damn lucky for Cameron & Clegg I ain't Attila de Nun.
Anyway, as you no doubt been reading I got de bi-cycles, I got de kilts, and there ain't nothin' stir de people up like de sight of de ole Highland Cavalry comin' over de hill on their Rudge Gents' wid de skirl of de bicycle bells and de knees whanging up and down like footer balls. We gonna be de Blackest damn Watch anyone see in a long time, and pussonally I ain't givin' de British Fusiliers more'n about two days, top weight
It seemin' like only yesterday Scotland a hot-bed of de well-known pinko dissent, load o' left-wing judges in de pay of de Kremlin goin' through long riggermaroles like "Wot you pleading an' "Has he got a lawyer?" an' "Who de jury foreman?" an' suchlike instead of jus' bringin' de bugger up from de cells an' gittin' de black maria roun' de front wid de engine running. Anyhoo as soon as we getting de contry back on a strong leadship footin’ we getting rid o’ dat nonsense an getin back to de pubberlick floggings an such like while burning de even bigger oil lamps now we got all de oil.
Meanwhile I have to go to de shops as de milk lookin as sour as de conservative funeral plans.
Writin more later.
Idi. Your King
However a former batman of mine from the Army days has sent me this and asked me to post it on his behalf.
- Henry -
BEEN MAINTAININ' a low profile dis past few years, world, on account of a lotta bricks an' stuff gittin' bunged through de windahs o' Amin Towers, an' most o' de residents been goin' aroun' on all fours to avoid gittin' de ole skull sheared off at de conk. Dat an de unfounded rumour I is dead is de main reason I ain't been sendin' de much missed an admired message of support to my loyal subjects in Scotland. Can't git down de Post Office fo' flyin' beer-bottles, not to mention de dead pig sittin' in de presidential Jeep. Been sellotaped to de steerin' wheel by de Unionist WVS, an' if you asks me, they gotta lot to learn about de proper channels o' political protest: if they want to put a curse on someone's bowel movements, de proper place is in a letter to de Pat’s West End Forum
So in de climate of revolution I hear de call comin’ from my Kingdom and I is back to set de record straight and lead de people in fine ways de boy Salmon could not dream of even after de well known chips and cheese carry out.
THINGS SHAPIN' UP pretty good wid de Independance arrangements, wid any luck it all gonna be over by Xmas, and dis country gonna have a genwine hero, ain't no use walkin' about and chuckin' de Opposition in chokey an' choppin' de hands off of looters an' bootin' out de British parasites; ain't worth more'n two paragraphs in de average History of De Worl. Man wants to git in de househole word rank, wid de statues springin' up like mushrooms when he snuffin' it, he gotta git hisself a Great War. Bit tough on de British, but dat de way geography crumbles, damn lucky for Cameron & Clegg I ain't Attila de Nun.
Anyway, as you no doubt been reading I got de bi-cycles, I got de kilts, and there ain't nothin' stir de people up like de sight of de ole Highland Cavalry comin' over de hill on their Rudge Gents' wid de skirl of de bicycle bells and de knees whanging up and down like footer balls. We gonna be de Blackest damn Watch anyone see in a long time, and pussonally I ain't givin' de British Fusiliers more'n about two days, top weight
It seemin' like only yesterday Scotland a hot-bed of de well-known pinko dissent, load o' left-wing judges in de pay of de Kremlin goin' through long riggermaroles like "Wot you pleading an' "Has he got a lawyer?" an' "Who de jury foreman?" an' suchlike instead of jus' bringin' de bugger up from de cells an' gittin' de black maria roun' de front wid de engine running. Anyhoo as soon as we getting de contry back on a strong leadship footin’ we getting rid o’ dat nonsense an getin back to de pubberlick floggings an such like while burning de even bigger oil lamps now we got all de oil.
Meanwhile I have to go to de shops as de milk lookin as sour as de conservative funeral plans.
Writin more later.
Idi. Your King