Regular readers will be aware that I have a spoof blogger, one Stephen Bubb. I recently tracked him down to Australia. And I now have more evidence of his existence. Obviously the person aping me would need to be a safe pair of hands and be good at sledging their opponents. So it was no surprise to lean that the Stephen Bubb in question is not only a lawyer but a wicketkeeper.
Right - I am off to cause merry hell at Hubert's annual showcase, the NCVO conference. I am officially still banned for many reasons but I will get in somehow, especially for the drinks and dinner tonight to see if they can successfully organise a piss-up in the Brewery.
It's going to be AWESOME tonight man!
ReplyDeleteI'm bringing my entourage, and we are going to drop trou and kick ass.
Boggster, man - don't forget the tequila!
TEQUILLAAAAAA!
...and another thing. What the godamn hell is a wicketkeeper? Is that something to do with sheep?
ReplyDeleteYou limeys are crazy!
Marvin? Marvin? Where are you. Need salt. Lemon. Sleep.
ReplyDeleteSorry man. Had some serious trouble with my ride, and then got jumped by a crowd of Samoan attorneys coming out of Moorgate Station. Those are some big guys...
ReplyDeleteI hear from my sources that you starred on the Karoake. You gotta come up with something better than "I Am What I Am" though man. Cage Aux Folles is seriously last year...
My dear old thing.
ReplyDeleteJust wanted to congratulate you on your magnificent performance at the microphone at Hubert's House Party last night.
Your 'Ave Maria' fair moved me to tears, and Mrs Fruity was more than a little taken by your rendition of "If I Said You Had A Beautiful Body Would You Hold It Against Me?"
More, more say I. "Bogg Sings Sinatra" would be a Long Player I would have to have in my collection, and I'm sure would make a big impact on the Hit Parade. Pete Murray is a neighbour of ours down here in Surrey and he is, as you will know, a big cheese in the world of modern music. I will "big you up" with Peter the next time I see him at the Doctor's surgery.
One word of caution though old man. Singing "Donald Where's Your Troosers?" while flicking the Vs halfway through Hubert's speech really was a trifle infra dig. Poor fellow was clearly upset, and I'm not surprised he got some of his young chaps to rough you up a bit. Mind you, you did not seem too bothered, and that nice young man in the St John's Ambulance who sorted you out seemed to be a dab hand with the TCP.
Anyway - I say "Bogg's Got Talent!"
Pip pip.
Your old chum
Sir Fruity Metcalfe
Thanks for your kind words and career advice Fruity. Can I give you some advice myself? You've signed onto Twitter but have yet to make an impact. If you want real mischief making then that is the battleground my friend.
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