A life less ordinary
You’re a dull, little man with your dull little life, a dull, little wife, two dull, little kids and your dull, little job. You never hurt anybody. You keep your head down and don’t rock the boat. Apart from the odd large lunch, you have no vices. You draw your dull, little salary at the end of the month, you’ll draw a dull, little pension when you retire and you’ll die a dull, little death.
“What did you do at work today, daddy,” one of your dull, little children asks you one day.
“Oh, I signed the papers that will return 15 asylum seekers back to Iraq,” you reply, dully.
“Gosh,” says your child, “isn’t Iraq frightfully dangerous, daddy?”
“Well some of it is,” you say, “but the area these people are being sent back to is sufficiently stable. Besides, we’ve done our homework. There’s nobody going who shouldn’t be and they’re all getting a lovely bullet-proof vest and helmet. They’ll be alright.”
You sleep like a baby.
Posted on December 22nd, 2005 at 9:06 am
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You’re a dull, little man with your dull little life, a dull, little wife, two dull, little kids and your dull, little job.
You almost forgot… with a face shaped like a testicle.
I’m sorry for the bump but I noticed this:
http://news.independent.co.uk/uk/transport/article334686.ece
Every car journey monitored, roll out in early next year.
Bonkers.
Genius. That’s your London Underground bombers nipped in the bud then.
A little more on the background to the removals to Erbil… apparently the airport is safe, almost…
http://www.blairwatch.co.uk/node/623
two dull, little kids
But doesn’t the dialogue actually go something like…
Pryce: “How are the twins?”
Palin: “Triplets.”
Pryce: “How time flies!”