Some of you chaps may have noticed that there have been no updates over the last few days.
For the record, the silence has nothing to do with the Conservative Party Conference. Whilst I saw my political ambitions cantering down this particular track, those kilted heathens in Scotland pulled the persian rug from under my feet. Further local desires were also kiboshed when the local top table nominated Stinker Milburn and that vixen Allen (down tiger) for the fight against the current regional incumbents.
What a double drat that was.
No dear punter, I have been to the big smoke in connection with that popular TV reality programme, The “B” Factor. As all followers of decorum and decency know, The B Factor is a national talent contest charged with the task of finding the country’s best butler.
Like a well heeled horse trainer or a lion to the slaughter (take your pick), I put forward the admirable Rigg for the scrutiny of the judges. Would you believe it, the bloke acted like Red Rum, took first place and romped into the next round.
Over the next few weeks, I shall be mentoring the old boy at Margaret Thatcher Towers, educating him in the best rules of etiquette, and making sure he swots up on his Jeeves and Wooster books.
As it turns out, the Borough did spiffingly well on the night. Stinker Milburn will be mentoring the Mayor’s Chauffer, and McWoody has been given a wild card for his valet, who also caddies for his newspaper round.
Stay tuned this weekend dear viewer, and remember, use your vote!
For the record, the silence has nothing to do with the Conservative Party Conference. Whilst I saw my political ambitions cantering down this particular track, those kilted heathens in Scotland pulled the persian rug from under my feet. Further local desires were also kiboshed when the local top table nominated Stinker Milburn and that vixen Allen (down tiger) for the fight against the current regional incumbents.
What a double drat that was.
No dear punter, I have been to the big smoke in connection with that popular TV reality programme, The “B” Factor. As all followers of decorum and decency know, The B Factor is a national talent contest charged with the task of finding the country’s best butler.
Like a well heeled horse trainer or a lion to the slaughter (take your pick), I put forward the admirable Rigg for the scrutiny of the judges. Would you believe it, the bloke acted like Red Rum, took first place and romped into the next round.
Over the next few weeks, I shall be mentoring the old boy at Margaret Thatcher Towers, educating him in the best rules of etiquette, and making sure he swots up on his Jeeves and Wooster books.
As it turns out, the Borough did spiffingly well on the night. Stinker Milburn will be mentoring the Mayor’s Chauffer, and McWoody has been given a wild card for his valet, who also caddies for his newspaper round.
Stay tuned this weekend dear viewer, and remember, use your vote!
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