First of all, apologies for not posting anything today. I'm afraid I have been nearer a microphone than to a computer all day. Can't think why. My views on the latest twist in the LibDem leadership contest will appear later on. Be sure and tune in to Question Time tonight. I understand it features Simon Hughes and Ann Widdecombe. Can't wait.In the meantime, I have just received PopBitch's weekly email in which they say that happy slapping is a thing of the past and the new craze among schoolkids is Seagulling. As the News of the World might say, this is a practice too revolting for a family blog to describe. But feel free to speculate on what it might entail in the Comments section. I might even award a prize to the most entertaining one...
PS 22.15 Bugger, Widders has been replaced by Redwood.
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Hughes and Widdecombe, I can feel the sexual tension already.
Promises to be a blinder.
I was of the understanding that John Redwood is on QT tonight.
Seagulling: By chance it is in anyway similar to what a certain Mark Oaten is supposed to have paid (and enjoyed) certain individuals doing unto him... but from a greater height?
Question Time should be interesting.
You want me to tell you what seagulling is?
Do you know if Harry is on the boat?
It’s the schoolboy practice of rushing out of a lesson and then boring the shit out of the juniors by quoting Chekhov at them…
Typical public school stuff. Disgusting. What’s wrong with a bit of Chaucer?
When dogging, one defecates on to the windscreen of the car that the couple are having sex in.
Or so says the 'Urban Dictionary'.
Charming...
It's obvious isn't it? Seagulling is where you creep up quietly behind your unsuspecting victim with a megablaster (portable-radio) turned on at full blast, and then press the play button and unleash the eightes synthpop classic 'I Ran' by A Flock Of Seagulls.
Seagulling.
You bugger Widders if you want mate... but it'll be bound to be in the 'Screws' if you do, so you may as well come clean.... (in the nicest possible sense).
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