Whilst passing the regal manor in ones motorcade this morn, it was observed that a pile of what can only be described as flotsam had appreared on the royal lawn.
Surely this practice of discarding ones unwanted bric-a-brac should be restricted to the lowly realms of Limeside and Lower Clayton.
Earl Wakey,
Imagine my surprise when i awoke this fine Morn to discover residents of Upper Limeside had been fly tipping on the Royal Lawn.
Have no fear, Sherpa Beano has been summoned to dispense with said Flotsam.
Off for the Royal Head to be Trimmed by the Duke of Richardson
Regards
Lord Lewis
lord lewis, as i attend your every need , i will despatch some squires with the flotsam and return it to whence it came back to Earl wakey's realm.
Sire, ye shall find me at the inn later , i shall be spying on the Evil Knights Sir Tommy & Coyney the non believers, to whom the word SKI must not be spoketh
Might I suggest that his Lordship should retain the said golden locks of hair and sell them for 1 gold nugget in Pamporovo. What better trinket to bring home from Pamporovo than a casket containing a lock of your fine hair.
T'would be a treasure all would yearn for.
Tis a kind deed that you have agreed to partake in conveying the offending timber unto the manor of my good self.
I shall make every effort to ensure that said flotsam is fly-tipped upon some unsuspecting resident peasant of the borough of Lower Failsworth.
Tis with baited breath that I await the hour of 1 o'clock, whence I can depart my domain of employment and share in the consumation of a plethera of foaming flagons of ale with my skiing compatriots.
Till then, I ...
Sherpa Beano
Tis a kind deed that you have agreed to partake in conveying the offending timber unto the manor of my good self.
I shall make every effort to ensure that said flotsam is fly-tipped upon some unsuspecting resident peasant of the borough of Lower Failsworth.
Tis with baited breath that I await the hour of 1 o'clock, whence I can depart my domain of employment and share in the consumation of a plethera of foaming flagons of ale with my skiing compatriots.
I shall extract the royal grease from the Lords regal locks and swaithe my body with it in order to protect my holy form from the bitter winds of the empire of Pamperovo.