The eagle eyed among you may have noticed a diminution in the quality of recent posts. This is because it wasn't me posting, but rather a cunning doppelganger by the name of Hiram Tanktop. Mr. Tanktop's sterling work allowed me to slip away unnoticed to Tehran, where I have been rampaging through the halls of the Iranian Foreign and Security Ministries in my union jack underdrawers (no air conditioning, alas), screaming "Release the British Seamen!"
Obviously, my plain British spunk was too much for them.
5 comments:
Wow! You're quite the hero:)
And you have a great imagination too
Nice Work, Weasel. If only Jimmy Carter had the benefits of your heroics....
I can't believe that, in considering this myself, the innuendo passed over my head.
Shame on me.
This might be the dirtiest post I have ever written, and everyone still thinks I'm a nice little Brit toff. There might be something to what Stephen Fry had to say the other week.
I blush to admit I understood, would've done even without the Woody Allen illustration, and let out a most unladylike guffaw.
Well done, you!
Thanks, as ever, for the laugh. You're very reliable.
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