Showing posts with label lesson seven. Show all posts
Showing posts with label lesson seven. Show all posts

Tuesday, 24 July 2007

summer school

some of you young scamps may think you're on holiday now but the bona school never closes. we're at it all day and every night with barely enough time off for a round of crazy golf down the arnold palmer and a celebratory gin and it with the coarse pro.


so here's... g!

g is for

goolie ogle fakes
- why say sunglasses when this is so much easier

and

groinage
meaning jewelery. you know it's what gerald ratner would've used

and

gildy
meaning fancy


and back in the world of the slightly less limp wristed g is for

good gawd
as on 'oh my good gawd' as said by captain of industry arthur daley about ten times every episode of minder and even more in our house what with arthur being one of our all time favourite dodgy londoners of all time.
and i want membership of the winchester. ' vodka slimline please dave, and put it on the slate'.
we've recently ploughed through all of the sweeney and all but the last two serieses of minder and i can't recommend them enough.



and what with me still feeling a bit punky and angular this morning g can be for the gang of four as well.


gang of four - damaged goods