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Porridge

Posted: Fri Jan 13, 2006 10:35 am
by brian livesey
:wink: "I sentence you to three-months porridge," dribbled the Judge,sombrely surveying the evidence before him: air-rifle,paint brush,stick of dynamite. "Porridge!" exclaimed the star-gazer in the dock,"I hate porridge. Could you make it pancakes instead,M'Lord,smothered in fruit yoghurt?" Subdued laughter rippled through the courtroom. "Silence!" said the Judge,his countenance grave. You have failed in your householder's duty to install a ten-million watts security light,choosing,instead,to indulge in the sordid hobby of astronomy with all of the wickness it implies;now you must pay the price." The End.

Posted: Fri Jan 13, 2006 10:54 am
by joe
Not quite the end.....

[Cut to prison]

"Lights out!" yelled Mr. Mackay.

"At last. Darkness!" whispers inmate Livesy. (Digs out TeleVue Ranger from cake brought in by wife, which fits nicely between the bars on the window).

Cue Happy Ending music.

Let me out!

Posted: Fri Jan 13, 2006 11:07 am
by brian livesey
:wink: Actually it's a skylux. Brian (Wormwood Scrubs).