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View Article  The Discrete Appeal of the Court of Appeal

The strength of the Court of Appeal was dramatically increased today after a Court of Appeal ruling which could affect hundreds of people who are wealthy enough to afford top legal advice.

Heiress Katrin Radmacher today hailed an Appeal Court ruling that a prenuptial deal protecting her £100 million fortune should be honoured. The judges stripped her former husband Nicolas Granatino of a £6M award made in the High Court last Year.

A legal expert said, "This is a day that will go down in legal history. Never again will such injustices be allowed against those that are willing and able to pay for the best legal advice available."

View Article  Here, pussy pussy pussy!

An actress with a famous pussy has sadly passed away. Mollie Sugden, whom lovers of sitcom will always associate with the immortal line - "Leave my pussy alone Captain Peacock" - died yesterday at the age of 86.

The playwright Harold Pinter had said of her famous line, "Of course the line was gut wrenchingly pertinent. It summed up the human condition, the whole fucked-up-ness of the shop worker taking it up the behind from the petit-bourgeois floor manager."

The television producer Melvyn Bragg once devoted an entire South Bank Show to the line, in a programme entitled, "And who will leave my pussy alone, Mrs Slocombe?" In it academics and writers discussed the way in which the whole nature of sitcom was changed forever by this utterance. The playwright Dennis Potter memorably exclaimed, "Pussy? Pussy? Pussy? Ask not what this 'Slow-Cum' pussy can do for you, ask rather what you can do for this pussy.'"

Commenting on her death, the comedian and writer Barry Cryer said yesterday, "What ever became of the 'pussy'... that's what I would like to know."

View Article  The F***ed Controller
Thomas was puzzled. The Fat Controller had not come into work. He asked Henry if he knew where he was.
"The Fat Controller went out last night and got completely wrecked. He rang in to say that he has the worst hangover ever and cannot function."
"But, it's not like the Fat Controller to get wrecked," said Thomas
"No, but he was celebrating." said Henry. "One of the passengers left a laptop on the train and he managed to sell it on Ebay for a tidy sum. As a result he thought he'd get pissed."
Percy piped up, "But surely if he had come into work today he might have found another laptop, sold it too and bought some more alcohol to cure his hangover."
"Sadly all the people who carry laptops are suddenly out of work and no longer taking the train. So the Fat Controller thought 'sod this, I'm not coming in.'"
"What a shame," said Thomas. "And he seemed so keen to keep the train line operating."
"I hear that coaches and buses offer rich pickings nowadays," said Percy. "Maybe he should seek out Bertie the bus and see if he has any laptops."