This week's word is:
Glaze (and variants thereof)
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Midnight Tuesday 13th April
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virtuallywill
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Posted 3 years ago # -
edward hack
offlineMemberChav named in Cameron election team
David Cameron has moved quickly to counter claims he has surrounded himself with an entourage of 'over privileged Toffs' by fast tracking the first ever Tory 'chav' candidate to help run his election campaign.
The young man, Jermaine 'Jezza' Johnson, an unemployed waster from Braintree in Essex was drafted into Cameron's election team in an effort to connect with Britain's marginalised underclass.
Labour denounced the move as nothing more than a gimmick, designed to glaze over the cracks now haemorrhaging out of Tory policy
But Jezza soon impressed Tory faithful with his polyester shell suit and grasp of fiscal policy and was immediately promoted to Shadow Chancellor when it became obvious he knew more about finance than any other Tory on the team after revealing a keen understanding of the tax system.
'Tax - yeah, it's what your pit bull does when it gets angry innit.' mused Jez
And he was not finished there.
When asked if he was concerned about the possibility of a double-dip in the economy he said it should not be a problem, long as you got extra cheese-melt tortillas with your fries.Posted 3 years ago # -
theumpire
offlineMemberThe little Chinaman shuffled into the last section of the tube train, tears running down his lined cheeks. He subsided onto the grimy seat and put his head in his hands, still sobbing, as the train began its long journey to Hounslow West.
Sitting across the gangway from him, the big, tattooed youth in the Chelsea shirt took notice. The Chinaman struck such a pathetic figure that he was strangely touched.
“Whasser marrer, mate? You lost a fiver or something?”
“No, no.”, replied the Chinaman. “I have been to football this aftelnoon, rike you. We rost, and now we are leregated.” He produced a large, snuff stained handkerchief from his anorak pocket and blew his nose loudly.
“Who d’yer support, then mate?” asked his Chelsea counterpart.
“Glaze Athretic” came the reply.
Posted 3 years ago # -
theumpire
offlineMemberThe man couldn’t believe his luck. As he smoothed the silk counterpane, he reflected that only three hours ago he had left the office late, after finishing his market report for the week and heading to the wine bar around the corner for a couple of quick glasses of claret before heading on back to his dreary bedsit for another lonely weekend.
And now, here he was, lying between satin sheets in a famous TV cook’s bed. Why Nigella had picked him, one of life’s losers, was beyond him. Still, he reflected, if some rain must fall into everyone’s life sometime, then the sun must sometimes shine too.
Nigella, curled up beside him with her hair spread across the pillows, stirred in her sleep and emitted a cute little snore. God, she had looked so voluptuous in that pale blue silk negligee when she came into the bedroom. The memory stirred his desire again and brought back fresh memories; no one had ever before drizzled his meat and two veg with a warm honey and apricot sauce glaze.
Posted 3 years ago #
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