Happy Birthday to the Bman today. The Ninja to my Yolandi (that’s a regular-sized banger BTW – She’s just a very small woman). Still alive Big B, despite all childhood and adult stupid (usually drunken) efforts over the years to curtail that state of affairs.
Well done you!
40 years we have known each other and been hanging around one another like bad smells for about 33 years (and together for 24!)
Meanwhile, Britain has actually left the European Union as of 11pm Friday. Leave voters partied in Parliament Square clad in Union Jacks and spouting utter bollocks to anyone brave/foolish enough to approach them for comment.
I’m not sure that anyone actually knows what happens now. Although judging by some of the interviews I saw, I think some of the Parliament Square revellers thought that it meant that by daybreak that all the Johnny Foreigners would have disappeared in a puff of smoke back to where they came from. Spam and Egg would be the national dish of the UK. We would once again return to the glory days of the occupation of India, tiffin at 5pm and women no longer having the vote. A free golliwog for every white British child and the Black & White minstrels back on the telly.
I could be wrong. I hope so…
I am quite sure that not everybody who voted to leave did so on an uninformed and racist basis. However, sadly I rather think a lot of them might have.
In tribute to Bman’s birthday and the fact that we will no doubt soon return to the halcyon days before we were part of the European Union, we have just watched his birthday DVD…
Our kids don’t know they’re born, entertainment-wise. They better get used to it. This shit will be back on our screens, mark my words. Along with Bernie Winters and All-New Schnorbitz.
We’ll be watching it while we eat Crispy Pancakes and Arctic Roll from a tray on our knees.
Rule frigging Britannia.
Addendum: Just saw this story. And WOW! Just WOW!