Finally, An Inflatable Rush Limbaugh
The Dowager Princess Hearts Bill Parcells: Mein Got, what a comeback against the Eagles last night. From an instant of heart fluttering incompetence ( Drew, we barely knew ye) to the final flourish at 0500 GMT. Many of the permanent guests fled down the pathway to observe the grand opening of a Denny’s. The Romantic Road has a dearth of such establishments. The halftime intermezzo featured a Lionel Richie retrospective; unfortunately the hounds reacted badly and there was a terrible stir upon their encoutering a herd of razorback hogs foraging on the fens. We complained bitterly to the Wellington Leg Policing Bureau; a Constable Cosgrove arrived, and he read aloud from Bergdorf Blondes. As always, it settled the dogs. The hogs disappeared amongst the hedgerows. Early reports indicate that the arc of Nicole Richie’s stunning debut novel bore the scars consistent with those of ‘hog’s teeth.’ Also injured in the fray was Rush Limbaugh. I jest. It was my river rafting inflatable HMS Rush enduring a late hit from one of the razorbacks. After reviewing the film Constable Cosgrove declared a personal foul against the interlopers. In the hub-bub I missed the band’s updated version of All Night Long.
Well, I’ve been selected to judge the final shortlist in the Wellington Leg Book Regatta’s coveted Snooker Prize as sponsored byMr. AJC Howard, Coroner to the Most Elite, and Amateur Sleuth. His self-published thriller Body Parts is the early favorite, though Miss Richie must be considered a contender. Last year’s winner, The Earl ( Voltaire’s Miasma) is exploring the American wilderness and may not be available to present the bronzed Snooker with its faux velvet detachable base.
Apparently the HMS Rush is entirely deflated. Perhaps Drew Bledsoe would agree to join the judging panel. No one looks off a safety quite like Drew. Yours, et cetera, The Dowager Princess.