Don't panic. I'm not in any danger. My Spitfire of life has not just been riddled with canon shells from a sausage sucking Nazi in the Messcherssschmmitttt of fate. I'm going to write a very short blog about Mayday. Traditionally the 1st May when the Trades Unions go on a march through London to make a noise, protest about austerity and blame Thatcher. It's route takes it past my flat and if I'm around I am wont to observe it from my window. As you can see, this year Karl Marx was on it with a mate wearing a funny hat.
Later on there a group of what looked like a contingent of ISIS recruits having a mini-break in London joined the march but instead of a nice orderly stroll with the Socialists, they walked into the traffic, looked menacing and flapped their flags in front of taxi drivers. Naturally the Old Bill took exception to this and herded them towards the fish and chip shop, whereupon they did a bit of shouting and then buggered off. I was worried because the fish and chip shop (called Alen's) is the best in London and I thought they might manhandle Alen's fish.
Alen's is great for three reasons
1) He does tasty fish and chips and/or battered sausage.
b) He takes our deliveries if we're not at home.
ii) If Liz or I are wandering past a bit pissed as he's closing up, he beckons us in and gives us all the stuff he's got left over.
Anyway. Like I said, the Old Bill saved the fish and sausage and everything went back to normal.
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| Karl Marx marching past my flat 132 years after he died. |
Later on there a group of what looked like a contingent of ISIS recruits having a mini-break in London joined the march but instead of a nice orderly stroll with the Socialists, they walked into the traffic, looked menacing and flapped their flags in front of taxi drivers. Naturally the Old Bill took exception to this and herded them towards the fish and chip shop, whereupon they did a bit of shouting and then buggered off. I was worried because the fish and chip shop (called Alen's) is the best in London and I thought they might manhandle Alen's fish.
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| The Fish Protection Unit (FPU) in action. |
Alen's is great for three reasons
1) He does tasty fish and chips and/or battered sausage.
b) He takes our deliveries if we're not at home.
ii) If Liz or I are wandering past a bit pissed as he's closing up, he beckons us in and gives us all the stuff he's got left over.
Anyway. Like I said, the Old Bill saved the fish and sausage and everything went back to normal.
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