I was passing the time of day with a friend yesterday, wondering whether there were any fairy cakes in the new cabinet - she knows how partial I am to a fondant fancy - when ,lo and behold,this morning on "Wake up to Wogan", the common man's alternative to John Humphreys, Terry announces that Jacqui Smith, the new Home Secretary is a brownie! How my cup overflows! A chocolate brownie right there in the heart of the cabinet, lighting dusted with icing sugar, and finished off with lashings of double cream. Rotti will have a fine time serving her up with tiffin and darjeeling at the 4 o'clock debriefing session, but bagsy me push her in on the trolley!
Now, on to more serious matters. Spare a thought for poor Trifle Girl, who is at a music festival in the middle of Wales in the rain soaking wet and getting pretty miserable. Now some of you may suspect me of enjoying imagining her rolling around in the mud, but that would be very base of you, shows how low your esteem is of me, and how little you understand my delicate nature. I'm very disappointed, really I am.
The poor girl needs all the support she can get in her straightened circumstances, and I wouldn't take advantage of a poor girl covered in mud, now would I?
Blue
The Ice Cream Girl
Every day is sundae...
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My dear Blue THERE IS NO ALERNATIVE to the god that is Mr Humphreys. And you mentioning his name in the same dire sentence as Wogan, well I'm shocked, saddened but not totally bloody surprised.
I've given this awesome reply an awful lot of thought and have come to the sad, yet inevitable conclusion that you are a man of such little taste and decorum that your blog doesn't deserve my comments any more.
So here I bid my farewell and leave you grappling Trifle Girl to the muddy ground while force feeding the poor child your slightly tacky, past-their-sell-by-date Fondant Fancies.
What would Mr Kipling say?
Mrs Jackanapes
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