A Dark Day In Islington
Posted: Sat May 03, 2008 11:27 am
As Britain wakes up to a glorious new dawn of freedom and hope meteorologists have reported a strange atmospheric anomaly over the capital. Apparently, dark storm clouds have become inexplicably becalmed over the privileged London borough of Islington. Out in the blogoshpere rumor is rife about the meaning of this strange phenomenon - why are leaden clouds hanging over the borough of moral certitude like a deathly pall? What does it mean? As pundits pondered this conundrum reports were coming in from the stricken borough of curdling Camembert, pesto putrefying, and Beaujolais tuning to vinegar.
Do these omens bode ill for the luvvies of Islington? Have they incurred the wrath of the people? Do they fear the trough will run dry all to soon? Will they be obliged to bid farewell to the agreeable evenings of canap?s, claret and Kristal? And, horror of horrors, might the time be approaching when they are forced to muck in and share a bus with the 'ignorant' hoi polloi?
Officer Dibble
Do these omens bode ill for the luvvies of Islington? Have they incurred the wrath of the people? Do they fear the trough will run dry all to soon? Will they be obliged to bid farewell to the agreeable evenings of canap?s, claret and Kristal? And, horror of horrors, might the time be approaching when they are forced to muck in and share a bus with the 'ignorant' hoi polloi?
Officer Dibble