Thread: Continue The Story

Tony was a mess. Hypocrisy, secrets, perversion, corruption and a really ugly wife. His was a life of denial, a life of dirt and sleaze. He didn't mind the latter, but he knew that he needed to do something soon.

So with all these ugly traits it became obvious to our tony "The after dinner speakers
circuit" was his saviour.Speaking to load of drunks who rarely listen and get paid
mega bucks easily enough to take care of his stipend problem and

made him realise his mate Gordon ( who passed him a brown envelope ) really neede a personallity transplant so he sent him to

night school to learn the art of 'Origami' because as we all know every Political
Accountant can prove anything on paper and Origami will give Gordon an
opportunity to show what he can do with those papers.

Unfortunately he was too stupid and inept to grasp the concept of creating something interesting from the mundane, oddly mirroring his political career, so drastic measures were needed..

to save him from political disaster but poor old Gordon could only stand there stammering and bleating on about this being a global phenomenon and it wasn't his fault and oh yes lets throw all our money at the wankers, sorry Bankers, no I was right the first time

oooooooooh!!!! Obviously blue is not your favour,red rag to a bull in fact.

Tony was confused and quite frankly so am I, where is this going

I think we found ourselves in the realms of political fiction.

Anyway, it wasn't my fault, I just roll with it.

So, lets get back to absurd story telling.

There was a young man from fife, who had the fright of his life...

after he had gotton a call from his dealer, a seedy little man, as they usually are to whom (or who I never know which) he owed quite a large sum of money

as he had sold a lot of "gear" but had gone to the bookies and gone a bit nuts on the horses, lost the lot and was now rather skint. The dealer wanted payment,

and he didn't want to hear any lame arsed excuses about where his cash had gone, if the cash was gone, our Sweaty friend was gonna suffer

another sleepless night, all due to the fact that if he had

stayed away from the horses and gone to the dogs instead

but he found out that the dogs were very unco-operative when he

took them for walks in the local park, which happened to be

closed to dogs , ( well the 4 legged kind ) but he was a rebel so he scooped up a big handfull of

bird seed that happened to be on the floor an threw it at

A 400 year old Oak Tree in a fit of rage.....of course the Tree took no notice..

and kept right on eating its ham sandwich

which was nice, but a little heavy on the mustard, that reminded him that he must remember to

stop taking LSD, it always made him think he was a tree.
With his new resolve he stolled off up the road, copy of The Times under his arm and

now the rumble that came out his arse told him he needed to find the lu, so he entered the first public lu only to see

God what a mess he said aloud as he scaned the dank and dreary bog and