Reminds me of the one about the guy in a pub in the West Country, getting more and more indiscreet (as a newt) and sounding off about politics. Everything's okay until suddenly he announces "Maggie Thatcher has all the charm and humanity of a cow's arse!"
The whole room goes silent and expectant. Then a big beefy fist comes out of nowhere and socks the guy on the jaw, dropping him to the ground.
He staggers to his feet, little tweety birds flying around his head and says gingerly, "I'm so sorry - I didn't realise this was Tory country."
His assailant shakes his head. "It ain't," he growled. "It's cow country."
The whole room goes silent and expectant. Then a big beefy fist comes out of nowhere and socks the guy on the jaw, dropping him to the ground.
He staggers to his feet, little tweety birds flying around his head and says gingerly, "I'm so sorry - I didn't realise this was Tory country."
His assailant shakes his head. "It ain't," he growled. "It's cow country."
At the age of five, Skagra decided emphatically that God did not exist. This revelation tends to make most people in the universe who have it react in one of two ways - with relief or with despair. Only Skagra responded to it by thinking, 'Wait a second. That means there's a situation vacant.'
