Good Morning WC2
Hi I’m your host and welcome to this weeks thrilling instalment of “Spot the Moron”, and let me tell you ladies and gentlemen we have some stunning candidates this week. Indeed it may have been almost 48 hours since we had such a vast plethora of complete eejits to view and consider. So get your fingers ready on the voting responses at home and let us know which one you think should be “Moron of the Week”, with the special prize this week of a pair of opposable thumbs kindly donated to us by a Mr. C. Darwin and his evolving, revolving soon to be transforming tapeworms.
Let’s hear it for Charles….
So in cabinet 1, let’s see who we have. The camera pans through Stygian darkness and then onto some fetid pond full of protozoa and basic aminos. The very air is humid with the expectancy of totipotent cells. The unplumbed possibility the absolute uncertainty wraps you like a shawl of excitement. Slowly out of the gloom you see…
Err no-one. Yup an amazing weekend, nothing went wrong. Feeling gleeful at this point have to say. Besides after having hoofed down to Maidstone to see an old friend and then chuntering back it was great to have nothing to worry about.
How are you all? Keeping well? Doing fine? Now all I need is a cure for our combi-boiler at home and we can stop living in Ice station Zebra. I’m sure her Welshness was expecting Patrick McGoohan to step out of the cupboard at any moment. On the upside it’s only the central heating that’s died and not the hot water - something about a switch…
Oh and in associated news go play ‘ling by colonel_maxim twas excellent.