What on earth is the Dear Leader’s stooge, mayor Jim Gillman, thinking? What are Mrs Queen and Baron Greenwich saying? Answers on a piece of newly-printed royal borough notepaper to the usual address.
(Photo from greenwich.co.uk. More photos at the Greenwich Phantom.)
“Embarrassing time for her to stop. Better just lean in there and wind her up again.”
“Slight clash there between the red of my robes and the red of Her majesty’s coat.”
Err Liz…..I seem to have lost my lighter
Christ Lizzie, let’s get back to town pronto. If you think this is trashy you won’t want to see what they’re doing to the Park.
Queen opens Cutty Sark, Mayor admires her stern
Mmmm. Nice arse.
All i need is a hat then i could do her job now that im losing mine
Phillip, why is that man wearing a bearskin rug?
He’s after your bag, dear.
Shall I hit him with it?
Philip “Who is that young whipper snapper checking out Queenie’s rear”
Put it away, Philip, he said unveil the plaque, not your mac
Midshipman Clayton: [Handing Horatio a flask] There’s a drop of Grog in it to warm you through.
[No response]
Midshipman Clayton: Horatio?
Midshipman Horatio Hornblower: Death.
Midshipman Clayton: What?
Midshipman Horatio Hornblower: I was thinking on death.
Midshipman Clayton: Whose?
Midshipman Horatio Hornblower: Mine.
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