Monday, December 29, 2008

The 12 Days Of Christmas

On the first day of Christmas my council gave to me:
A business park from CGP

On the second day of Christmas my council gave to me:
Two old duffers
And a business park from CGP

On the third day of Christmas my council gave to me:
Three French markets
Two old duffers
And a business park from CGP

On the fourth day of Christmas my council gave to me:
Four empty eyesores
Three French markets
Two old duffers
And a business park from CGP

On the fifth day of Christmas my council gave to me:
Five gold ASBOs
Four empty eyesores
Three French markets
Two old duffers
And a business park from CGP

On the sixth day of Christmas my council gave to me:
Six burnt out buildings
Five gold ASBOs
Four empty eyesores
Three French markets
Two old duffers
And a business park from CGP

On the seventh day of Christmas my council gave to me:
Seven jobs at Manston
Six burnt out buildings
Five gold ASBOs
Four empty eyesores
Three French markets
Two old duffers
And a business park from CGP

On the eighth day of Christmas my council gave to me:
Eight 'fucking tossers!'
Seven jobs at Manston
Six burnt out buildings
Five gold ASBOs
Four empty eyesores
Three French markets
Two old duffers
And a business park from CGP

On the ninth day of Christmas my council gave to me:
Nine knackered jumbos
Eight 'fucking tossers!'
Seven jobs at Manston
Six burnt out buildings
Five gold ASBOs
Four empty eyesores
Three French markets
Two old duffers
And a business park from CGP

On the tenth day of Christmas my council gave to me:
Ten greenhouses glowing
Nine knackered jumbos
Eight 'fucking tossers!'
Seven jobs at Manston
Six burnt out buildings
Five gold ASBOs
Four empty eyesores
Three French markets
Two old duffers
And a business park from CGP

On the eleventh day of Christmas my council gave to me:
Eleven closed museums
Ten greenhouses glowing
Nine knackered jumbos
Eight 'fucking tossers!'
Seven jobs at Manston
Six burnt out buildings
Five gold ASBOs
Four empty eyesores
Three French markets
Two old duffers
And a business park from CGP


On the twelfth day of Christmas I moved to Brighton.

8 comments:

Anonymous said...

You will soon feel at home in Brighton.
Check out the flight paths to Shoreham Airport - including flights to/from Manston. The burnt out pier will make you homesick. The Marina is a bigger copy of the Ramsgate one. And there is a real designated naturalist beach hidden by a giant shingle dune.

Anonymous said...

There was a rumour going around about a year ago that a part owner of the burnt out Brighton Pier was a certain man with the initials JG but nothing has been proved.

K. Marx said...

You obviously have too much time on your hands. Being a member of the proletariat and not the bourgeoisie sat on their millions Mr.ECR or the Lumpen Proletariat sat on their Giros, some of us have to actually spend our time working, even at Christmas and not doodling like a cockscomb wearing flibbertigibbet risible fool.

Lucy Mail said...

Nicely put, Groucho. I wouldn't have put that better, myself!

Hey Dickie, maybe you'll bump into Justin when you move to Brighton, as I believe that's where he, er, buggered off to.

Eastcliff Richard said...

I think I already bumped into the old bugger while I was in the gents combing my cock and gibbeting my fliberty!

Anonymous said...

I see another CGP storyline is taking shape over on Thanet Strife. If there is still any substance in all the allegations and supsicions that did the rounds some months ago, I would bvery much hope that we'll be seeing some official action - either from the police or the Standards Board.

Anonymous said...

CGP's shares have taken another tumble. Someone is buying/selling a few but I wonder who can afford to take the loss from their hig point not so long ago.

Lucy Mail said...

I have my own supsicions (is that suspicions or suppositions? I suspect/suppose that either would do) that the police won't intervene until they're offered free flights from Manston.

Then again, pigs might fly!