Now look here! I've made a whizz bang tour of the dark continent lately ostensibly to follow the British and er, er other Lions. Of course I use this as a front to spot check my holdings ( which are considerable ) in various diamond and gold mines in South Africa. Incidentally I never understood those tribal Johnnies wanting autonomy. Slabbo and I agree on this much at least; fellows should be kept in their place.
Now where was I? Ah yes. Wealth. I find I have some 12,000 square miles of uranium rich desert to orf load, ASAP, at a very reasonable price. I wouldn't build on it for two or three hundred thousand years however as the ground is rather 'hot' if you get my Rourke's Drift.
There's plenty of radio activity in the area I'm told - though why television isn't favoured is beyond me. Should your army be interested in practicing their manoeuvres there Slabbo please contact my accountants Doham Swindleham and Howe at the usual address.
Power to the er, people and all that.
See you at Wimbledon Slabbo. I've arranged for Madam Pom Pom to round up some dusky fellows for your pleasure after the bash. By the by I have always been a fun bags and fanny man so I'll absent myself from that particular soiree and attend the Wimbledon ball instead.
Toodle Pip.
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