tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6371203489316363738.post6494763123917635722..comments2024-01-30T07:41:20.885+00:00Comments on Broken Barnet: Friday joke: Brian Coleman's Memoirs - (Completely) Out to Lunch: Volume I: The Early YearsMrs Angryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00586223909475832791noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6371203489316363738.post-43640992915983645002012-08-13T03:28:27.031+01:002012-08-13T03:28:27.031+01:00Nor would I, can't afford the defence costs Nor would I, can't afford the defence costs Moaneybathttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10549578132806472475noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6371203489316363738.post-15152038248519937802012-08-13T00:22:44.011+01:002012-08-13T00:22:44.011+01:00and Moaneybat, I am certainly not publishing such ...and Moaneybat, I am certainly not publishing such a naughty comment ...Mrs Angryhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00586223909475832791noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6371203489316363738.post-1317294101744001842012-08-11T10:00:59.845+01:002012-08-11T10:00:59.845+01:00'And to-morrow three months it was done!' ...'And to-morrow three months it was done!' said Brian, with a sigh. 'It seems a age.'<br /><br />Brian might have meant that he had concentrated a whole existence of happiness into the short space of twelve weeks; but the sigh--there was a vast deal of meaning in the sigh.<br /><br />Mrs Bumble xMrs Angryhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00586223909475832791noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6371203489316363738.post-17789652304200051422012-08-10T19:42:05.113+01:002012-08-10T19:42:05.113+01:00Brian sat in the Essex Park parlour, with his eyes...<i>Brian sat in the Essex Park parlour, with his eyes moodily fixed on the cheerless grate, whence, as it was summer time, no brighter gleam proceeded, than the reflection of certain sickly rays of the Finchley sun, which were sent back from its cold and shining surface. <br /><br />A paper fly-cage dangled from the ceiling, to which he occasionally raised his eyes in gloomy thought; and, as the heedless insects hovered round the gaudy net-work, Brian would heave a deep sigh, while a more gloomy shadow overspread his countenance. Brian was meditating; it might be that the insects brought to mind some recent painful election in his own past life.<br /><br />Nor was Brian’s gloom the only thing calculated to awaken a pleasing melancholy in the bosom of a spectator. There were not wanting other appearances, and those closely connected with his own person, which announced that a great change had taken place in the position of his affairs. <br /><br />The laced coat, and the cocked-hat; where were they? He still wore knee-breeches, and dark cotton stockings on his nether limbs; but they were not THE breeches. The coat was wide-skirted; and in that respect like THE coat, but, oh, how different! The mighty cocked-hat was replaced by a modest round one. Brian was no longer a successful politician.<br /><br />... Mrs Angry raised a laugh thereat, which sounded as though it were genuine.<br /> <br />On hearing this most unexpected sound, Brian looked, first incredulous, and afterwards amazed. He then relapsed into his former state; nor did he rouse himself until his attention was again awakened by the voice of his biographer.<br /> <br />"Are you going to sit snoring there, all day?" inquired Mrs Angry.<br /><br />"I am going to sit here, as long as I think proper, ma'am," rejoined Brian; "and although I was NOT snoring, I shall snore, gape, sneeze, laugh, or cry, as the humour strikes me; such being my prerogative."<br /><br />"YOUR prerogative!" sneered Mrs Angry, with ineffable contempt.<br /><br />"I said the word, ma'am," said Brian. "The prerogative of a failed politician is to command!"</i>baarnetthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12301292285255035403noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6371203489316363738.post-49757870139608550252012-08-10T12:44:57.319+01:002012-08-10T12:44:57.319+01:00oh bugger, wish I hadn't wasted a Shades of Gr...oh bugger, wish I hadn't wasted a Shades of Grey spoof on Mr Paul Hughes now ... although I'm sure he enjoyed it.Mrs Angryhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00586223909475832791noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6371203489316363738.post-24812278068747273442012-08-10T11:33:45.823+01:002012-08-10T11:33:45.823+01:00aaaaaaaaaahh Brian's version of Fifty Shades o...aaaaaaaaaahh Brian's version of Fifty Shades of Grey no doubt....aineliviahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11318733030672186420noreply@blogger.com