DO WITCHES USE SPELL CHECKERS?
USELESS FACT:
LEE HARVEY OSWALD STILL HAS AN
OVERDUE LIBRARY BOOK FROM DALLAS PUBLIC LIBRARY.
Easter has arrived and we had a miracle to go with the
original one – it was sunny for the whole four days of the bank holiday
weekend. Compared to Easter last year it
was brilliant so there was no need to perform another miracle and walk on water,
even in the Somerset Levels. So, who walked
on water and who passed water in China?
In the battle of the genders the men reminded the ladies of
their place, beating them by 495 points to 472.
In the overall battle the men’s lead is now extended to 1,684 points to 1,643,
but the ladies wish this wasn’t the only thing that the men could extend
frequently.
Now, whose performance in China left them feeling as unwelcome
as the Dalai Lama? In 84th
place with 401 points we have Jody Scheckter dropping from
anonymity to mediocrity. In 85th
place with 396 points we have Hezza's Hero's with a hat-trick of
appearances at the bottom that are as painful as a boil on her bum. In 86th place with 393 points we
have Bring
Back Kinnear which, alarmingly, is starting to look like a better
alternative to what Newcastle United has at present. In 87th place with 388 points we
have Mickey
& Lula Speed Demons making an inauspicious debut, much like David
Moyes at Manchester United. In 88th
place with 365 points we have Irene Loves McLaren, which should
really be named Irene Loves Chocolate. In
89th place with 364 points we have On the Right Track, but
only if he’s heading to rehab. In 90th
place with 355 points we have Do'nut Donnelly with one hat trick he
wishes he hadn’t scored.
Occupying the inverse podium of shame, in 91st
place with 343 points we have El Paso by Marty Robins dropping
into the dead zone. In 92nd
place again with 293 points we have FlippersDivers V1 slipping beneath
the waves. In 93rd and last
place again with 282 points we have Abu Dhabi or Bust whose team looks
like it has a worse problem than Scotland has with alcohol.
Now,
who’s suddenly happier than me because I’m going on holiday tomorrow? In joint 10th place with 597 points
we have Hadley GP and Stig
Of The Dump
with their impression of Little and Large. In joint 8th place with 600 points
we have Bad Hat Harry and Deb's Delights reappearing at the
high end of the food chain. In 7th place with 603 points we have Breaking Down Bad doing
the opposite and going up good. In 6th
place again with 605 points we have Fellside Fools showing he’s no fool
this time. In 5th place with 611
points we have
Taranis thundering into the frame. In 4th place with 625 points we
have Thor's
Hammer striking a blow for pensioner’s rights.
Who
are those on the podium that are happier than a squirrel that’s found a nut? In 3rd place with 637 points we have
Glutæus Maximus,
flexing his muscles and blowing most of the opposition away…and clearing the room
as well. In 2nd place
with 654 points we have Evo slipping only one place, which
is less than her morals have on occasions.
Finally, cue the champagne and trumpet fanfare, our winner with 658 points
is Titan
Uranus, who realised he was going bald when he noticed it
was taking him longer to wash his face.
In the overall standings the same inmates are occupying
most of the cells at the bottom. Rising
to 84th place with 1262 points we have Claire Teuma, but she’s still
dragging her feet with the same speed as she drags herself out of bed in the
morning. In 85th place
with 1254 points we have Zabaleta is a Manc, albeit a very worried
and optimistic one at the moment. In 86th
place with 1246 points we have Bottom of the Barrel +1 performing
at a higher level than his ego permits…just.
In 87th place with 1244 points we have On the Right Track looking
for a compass that works. Still in 88th
place with 1195 points we have Team Mackarel, which, appropriately,
is an anagram of A Camel Market as she certainly has got the hump with this
result. Rising one place to 89th
place with 1143 points we have Hezza's Hero's grateful for any leg
up she can get. Dropping to 90th
place with 1117 points we have El Paso by Marty Robins heading
south faster than a Scot frightened of independence.
Our
inverse podium of shame is unchanged, so it looks like the pattern for the
season is being established early. In 91st
place with 974 points we have Do'nut Donnelly oozing points
like jam from a half-eaten do’nut. In 92nd
place with 901 points we have FlippersDivers V1 looking for help
from the nearest lifeboat station. In 93rd
and last place with 792 points we have Abu Dhabi or Bust going bust faster
than the Co-operative Bank.
Who are at the top of the tree acting like a pigeon and
crapping on everyone below? Still in 10th
place with 2256 points we have Bad Hat Harry
hoping to exchange his hat for a crown at the end of the season. Dropping like a stone to 9th place
with 2272 points we have Debbie Does Dallas going
down faster than a Dubai Burj Khalifa elevator.
Rising to 8th place with 2284 points
we have Stig Of The Dump
hoping to tramp all over the opposition.
In 7th place with 2295
points we have Breaking Down Bad
still running faultlessly. Stationary
in 6th place with 2325 points
we have Thor's Hammer banging
on the door. Slipping again to
5th place with 2350 points
we have Mr
Kobyashi with his impression of Bambi on ice. Rising to 4th place with 2351
points we have Titan Uranus
tightening his grip, like a pole dancer saying, “Look, no hands.”
As with the inverse podium, our leading podium positions
are unchanged. In 3rd place
with 2380 points we have Kaiser
reinforcing his position and hoping it’s more successful than the Maginot
Line. In 2nd place
with 2465 points we have Evo
creeping closer but failing to overtake those in front, just like trying to get
past a caravan on a narrow country road.
Finally, cue the champagne and trumpet fanfare, our leader
with 2568 points is still Glutæus Maximus, spreading
his influence wide, just like his name.
The next race is the Spanish GP on Sunday 11th
May. I will be in Catalonia but not at
the race, unless we take a wrong turn on our bikes and finish up on the circuit
complaining about drivers passing us at ridiculous speeds with no indicators.
Regards,
Lawrence.
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