Monthly Archives: April 2005

Whatever Happened To Tinky Winky?

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Tinky Winky finally gave in to the feeling that something was wrong. Some years ago now he finally had the sex change operation we had all been expecting. No more ???????bye bye Tinky Winky????????, but ???????eh oh Barbara????????. The other Teletubbies then shunned Barbara, which was very demoralising for her. Last we heard was that she had started smoking and was working in a Cafe in Shepherds Bush.

is what, according to permanent tangent.

I’m sorry to report that things have taken a turn for the worse still, as evidenced by this sad picture taken last Saturday on a street in Streatham. (*SIGH*)

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Parcelfarce

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Meanwhile, back in the mother & father land …

A man came out of a parcel container, a steel trunk, three hours after the sender handed it over to a courier service at Zindabazar in Sylhet Wednesday night.

Employees of the courier service, SA Paribahan, at Zindabazar said one Amzad Hossain handed over the 7.5 feet by 2.5 feet trunk at 7:00pm for sending it to one Abdul Hai at Moulvibazar through parcel service.

When the courier service staff were preparing to load the trunk on a covered van at about 10:00pm, suddenly a man came out of it opening its cover. He 26-year-old identified himself as Abdul Hannan, a former employee of SA Paribahan…

so begins a report from the Sylhet correspondent of The Daily Star

It’s a good job my home-boy Abdul wasn’t up to his shananigans in the UK as, according to “The most famous name in philately”, the cost of 1st class postage has just gone up to 30 pence here … now there’s a real crime.

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The King just off Streatham High St.

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02-04-05_1731.jpgI was just wondering along the mean streets of South London, taking care of business, when my attention was drawn to a figure resting on the balcony of a building just off Streatham High Street. I peered closely and was all shook up to realise that it was none other than “The King” himself.

Who would have thought that so many miles away from Digbeth High Street, Elvis should come to me in another vision.

I feel blessed.

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