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Take off and nuke it from orbit; it's the only way to be sure...
Saturday, April 30th, 2005 01:07 amWe have had a British Experimental Rocket Group moment in the house, and Bernard was nowhere to be found. We had to deal with it ourselves.
The provenance of the incident is unknown, and un-provable, but dark suspicions abound. For myself, I failed to deal with it twice on account of a weak stomach and a notoriously effective retch reflex. In the end, it befell DT to deal the coup de grace, and he coped manfully, protected by rubber gloves, and armed with a half bottle of bleach, two flushes, a brush and a further half bottle of industrial-strength drain-unblocking acid from B&Q. The fight was epic, but courage and native cunning won through, and the incident may be safely relegated to the files, and sealed under the fifty-year rule.
I am afraid, that weed that I am, I could only provide point defence with the Airwick spray.
Nonetheless, the world is safe, and once more, the British Experimental Rocket Group triumphs.
By way of quid pro quo, I have offered to clean the kitchen tomorrow. A job not without horrors of its own, but it is a task with which I know I can cope.
God Save the Queen!
The provenance of the incident is unknown, and un-provable, but dark suspicions abound. For myself, I failed to deal with it twice on account of a weak stomach and a notoriously effective retch reflex. In the end, it befell DT to deal the coup de grace, and he coped manfully, protected by rubber gloves, and armed with a half bottle of bleach, two flushes, a brush and a further half bottle of industrial-strength drain-unblocking acid from B&Q. The fight was epic, but courage and native cunning won through, and the incident may be safely relegated to the files, and sealed under the fifty-year rule.
I am afraid, that weed that I am, I could only provide point defence with the Airwick spray.
Nonetheless, the world is safe, and once more, the British Experimental Rocket Group triumphs.
By way of quid pro quo, I have offered to clean the kitchen tomorrow. A job not without horrors of its own, but it is a task with which I know I can cope.
God Save the Queen!