Uhtred

Hey Paul, the only thing flat-earthers have to fear is sphere itself.

A group of chess enthusiasts arrive at the Claremont Hotel for their Christmas lunch. An hour later they’re still gathered around the reception desk recounting to each other how many tournaments they’ve won. The manager comes out of his office and says “Will you lot just get lost and leave the hotel!” “Why”, say the chess men, “what’s wrong”..? The manager responds, “If there’s one thing I can’t stand at Christmas, it’s bloody chess nuts boasting in an open foyer”.

A penguin goes into a pub and orders a pint. While the barman is pulling it, the penguin says “Has my brother been in this pub today?” The barman replies, “Dunno mate...what does he look like?”

Bereft

That’s totally inappropriate and shouldn’t be laughed at. But I did.

I made it to 22 seconds. That was 20 seconds too long. I shall spend the rest of my life asking myself why I watched that.

Not if you want any of COMIN to remain at liberty. Errr....

There is a deep and rich history of Tynwald questions being predicated on the rantings of a single individual whose nonsense is willingly seized upon by a feckless MHK only too willing to prostitute themselves on the floor of the court, rather than telling said ranter to do one. But Our Man in Ballasalla is shooting to the top of that league table of feckless MHKs.

Nonetheless it’s shame she devoted her time and energy to shoving the media equivalent of dog faeces through people’s letterboxes.

I just hope to Christ he wasn’t an English teacher.

No, it’s a moron.

Very cool.

Definitely flat. For sure. Really. Flat. Honest, it is. Pancake. Flat.

Regardless of wheels within wheels, Ramsay’s critique of our shoddy government is bang on. As is his analysis of this Island’s failure to produce politicians with a national outlook and his demolition of the nonsensical Programme for Government.

Nah...she’s thick enough to fuck it up unaided.

My Prom, in the middle of my town, My Prom, gonna be fucked up by some clown, DoI are late for work, Harmer has to tell the boss it’s cocked up But he’s such a shocking berk, all the public know we’re bein’ sold a right pup My Prom, in the middle of the Isle My Prom, this will take more than just a while, Corpy bound to make a fuss, David Christian moanin’ all over Mandate, Don’t bother with the bus, the roadway will twist and undulate, My Prom, it’s even on the bloody web, My Prom, they think I’m just a sodding pleb, Alfie Cannan writes the cheques, he can’t believe so many zeros, Even more humps than havin’ sex, thanks a lot to Harmer’s fucking heroes (Apologies to Madness)

That’s a particularly stupid remark.

True innit.

Absolutely from the off this entire project has been a monumental shambles. The giant and costly car park for old nags, the sheets of water sluicing down the hill, the appalling road surface works. It’s a disgrace.

affect

Well there is some good news...at least for the next 48 hours they aren't losing any of my Christmas cards.

That’s true...all deliveries round the front please.

And lead to phantom pregnancies.

The earth moved for everyone.

Aeneid