Three Lions- My Arse

You what? Bunghole Junior's nephew, Lightfinger and Little Minchin go off to the Clock Shop and come back with bugger all. Three Lions? My arse. Two votes or no points-(in the words of Lemmy) its all the same to me.

We all know that Grandpa Bunghole loves the lucre and after the Albany-Fuzzbusters have threatened to eat his cake, him and the rest of the family elders will have to make some hay quickly and while the sun shines.

Lord Pentonville and his crew must be chuckling to themselves. Even if Bamagoode and his buddies have suggested he's one of the Pedlars, he's got clean away with it. For Grandpa Bunghole however twice seems a little greedy. Old Bunghole has never even met the Edgwares before but is happy for them to stump up for a bash as well. New bunce, and lots of it. The irony is everyone knows Bunghole is a bounder but we all want to play the host and go to his balls.

In six months old Fuzzbuster and and the Spaniards will have come up with a bag full of cash and a smokin' cheroot but the bash will be on and Bunghole will be all the better for it. Last lunch in the trough for this bunch of feeders but if I know Lord Dover there will be a new snout in the trough soon enough, god help us it won't be from Albany. Johnny Alban alsways has to play by the rules! How Boho got the Loops to agree to use his place still amazes.

Anyway Minchin has to get back to the new missus, and I guess we can cross Lord Pentonville off the guest list for next spring as well!

Further news today is the abject failure of the Fabricators to make anything useful whatsoever as soon as the sky clouds over. Un-Be-Lievable. Some people have such short memories, the Fabricators fail to deliver on a fine day, why expect something better in the snow. Mrs Fuzzbuster is already saying that Old Boho goes to buy a clock with the so called lions and his whole house goes to pot. Fudge and his mates will be having a field day tomorrow, Bunghole Junior with Lightfinger carrying his bag, fails again and the Fabricators lose the plot. No doubt Mrs Fuzzbuster will find someone to blame. Call the Spaniards...