The Two Pepsi-Colas.....

The boys are here for the last two Six Nations games. When they heard about the Four Cappuccinos (See yesterday’s Blip) there was a mutinous moment or three. They feel left out. This could have been quickly resolved with a larruping of their collective backsides but democracy and diplomacy, two traits I am unfamiliar with, won through. 

Here are the “Two Pepsi-Colas” enjoying their first gathering with pipes and cola. They are happy, I’m happy, their mother slightly less so. 

In other news. You may have heard that the ultra left wing Marxists at the BBC have decided to move more staff to that outpost of gritty dampness and Rugby League, Salford. In a bit to outfox Netflix the production department has commenced preparation for a new series based upon members of the Royal family; in their desperation to capture the younger viewer, usually aged 3 - 6, they have decided to set the film in the year 2051. Casting has begun. 

Stars fell over themselves to play Ginge and Whinge, or they may just have been running screaming from the casting couch. Injudiciously in a bid to raise a smidgeon of interest the cloud of secrecy has been punctured. It seems that Ginge will be played by that denizen of humility Nicholas Witchell. His sparse thatch will not require any grooming in order to appear as close as possible to Ginge’s anticipated male pattern baldness. Whinge was, in true BBC fashion, debated over long and hard, at least 2 minutes. Ladies and gentlemen, Naga Munchetty will be the older Whinge. 

Now I know some of you may find this difficult to believe and anticipate but please don’t tell anybody. It’s a well kept secret so far and the security people at Salford are already on their toes, seeking leaks. My leaks are between me and my doctor.