Address to the inmates at the weekly gathering at The Poet, in London.
Thanks for coming guys...I`ve been waiting for you for years, seriously. If you catch up, we can get this thing sorted...
First, the language. We HAVE to work on that. "You Wot", "Manky Man", "Diamond Geezer." Sorry. I don`t get it. Try: How Yah Doon? Friggen Rights!
Some funny shit...Employment... I`m scared of losing my job.... I get too excited. It's the gout.. What, you want me to work for you? I can`t shake your hand... too much cheese and wine... and no vegetables...
They say Canadians are boring. You ever seen a beaver swimming? Buck toothed and fucking beautiful.
Back in England....That stick with tits on the T.V? What`s her name, Ann Robinson? Her skin is tighter-than-a-mouse`s-hole-stretched-over-a-barrel. She gives new meaning to the expression: Face for radio. Mean? She`s the white witch of Narnia with ginger hair.
Oh my hands... It`s the gout.
Speaking of gout.
In England you have the Great figures of History: Henry the Eighth. You know the story, when the old prick gets in a fight with his wife he doesn`t go and make her a cappucino. He cuts her head off. New wife, new knife. In Italy, they call him Enrico. I like that. Respectful. Enrico don`t sound like a fat man wearing a tent, does it?
So boring Canadians. Admittedly, here in the U.K., you have Margaret Thatcher. But we have our own Maggie, man: Margaret Trudeau. She did Mick Jagger, man. Whilst her husband was trying to repatriate the constitution. Jagger was having his constitutional... in Toronto. Man. T. dot O.
Gout. Ouch.
So back to Russians. Lenin`s tomb, that poor bald bastard entombed. We have out own entombment. Maggie`s son man. Michel Trudeau. That poor bastard is buried under an avalanche of snow ina mountian in B.C.B.C? Where`s that?Canada you squids.That is Switzerland for you Britz. Just minus the Germans.......
