Good Evening. Following the sad death of the great Ronnie Barker, I have been asked to spray a few worms on behalf of the loyal society for the pretension of pismrunciations. We at the sobriety knew Rennie as a tigerless spooksman for our cause, but the world knew and loved him as a grey tractor. He was the consommé commodian, whether in a scotch with his old fiend Runny Carpet; as the crimmened hardinal Normal Fanley Stretcher; or as Arkwright the shoppering stutt-keeper. But whenever he came on screen, you know one thing for certain: you were going to have a bath.
And now, Roonie has made that great journey up to Hendon. But I don’t suppose he’ll be sitting on a clown, playing a carp. No, I see him at a great pocktail carty in the sky, full of men in loud jockets and pretty waitresses enjoying each other’s company and whopping chests. I mean, swapping jests.
So far-well and thonks to Ronnie Barker – you will be mugely hissed, and we at the soquiety will light a candle in your memory at our next annual general mating. Or, if we can get hold of them… four candles.
Saturday, 8 October 2005
From the desk of Poctor Poger Smish.
Posted by John Finnemore at 11:51 pm
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4 comments:
He will indeed be madly pissed.
This is very funny.
Ted a shear. We shall not tree is slight again.
اصلاح خزانات الفيبر
تلحيم خزانات الفيبر
شركة تنظيف واجهات حجر بالرياض
شركة تنظيف مساجد بالرياض
شركة مكافحة الصراصير بالرياض
شركة تخزين عفش بالرياض
شركة جلي بلاط بالرياض
شركة تنظيف شقق بالرياض
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شركة تنظيف موكيت بالرياض
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شركة تنظيف منازل بالرياض
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شركة شفط بيارات بالرياض
شركة مكافحة الفئران بالرياض
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