r00fie1
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Dont be so silly.
Take a seat.
Are you sitting comfortably.......then Il begin:
This is the story of the land of milk and honey.
Once upon a time, their was a little island far away, surrounded by water off the coast of a large continent.............................
A man with a French -sounding name and his cronies decided to work with a few rich people and a fat bumbling public schoolboy, who eventually became Prime Minister.
The man with the French sounding name had friends across a big pond with lots of money who bought him new clothes and paid him to cause trouble on the island.
The bumbling fat public school boy bought a bus and painted it red - with big blue letters on the side.
He told the islanders that those people on the big patch of land across a short waterway were causing all the problems on the island.
He also blamed people with dark skin and those who didnt drink their tea with milk - who were trying to steal Kent from the islanders.
The Fat Bumbling Public School Boy and the man with the French sounding name bought lots of flags and promised a land of milk and honey to the islanders.
They also gave credence to some nasty-people, who had short haircuts [some wore suits] who shouted and didnt like foreign people who didnt drink tea with milk.
The islanders were impressed with the big red bus and believed that the fat bumbling public school boy was the messiah.
His big red bus was like Noah`s Ark and he was going to save them from the nasty tide of people who didnt drink tea with milk.
The islanders voted for him to sit in front of TV Cameras on Wednesdays for half an hour - so they could watch him answer questions from someone who liked people who didnt drink tea, but preferred coffee.
The days got nearer to the time when the islanders would sail away to the land of milk and honey - like sugar candy mountain in a book by a chap called George.
Unfortunately the fat bumbling schoolboy had told fibs and he gave the milk and honey away to his chums who lived on the hill above the islanders.
When the flood came, the fat bumbling schoolboy and his few rich friends, scrambled on board a large boat and left the bus by the quayside.
Those islanders who believed the fat bumbling schoolboy found the bus had no wheels and no windows.
The letters were made of sugar and were washed away by their tears.
The flags faded like flowers.
The man with the French sounding name had gone away to console a fat man with orange hair and a speech impediment who lived over the big pond.
The islanders were angry.
Left with nothing, they crept back into their little stone caves and watched old war films, like Colditz and the Great Escape.
Some still stand by the Quayside, waiting for the fat bumbling schoolboy to return - whom they believe has only gone away to bring them back some loaves and fishes.
As the sun began to set, they looked out over the grey waters and imagined just what might have been if their really was a land of milk and honey........
[to be continued]
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agree.
