A VARIETY OF SAYINGS!

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Big Andy Morrison was in a bigger ‘cream puff’ even before the ‘Stars of ’79’ ‘kick-off’. Ground rules were being broken and he ‘actually expressed his concerns in a letter to the Trust’! Presumably said ‘Trust’ gave up after the ninth page! 

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Constable Goodwank’s polisman’s helmet was then treated to a joyous four finger boogie as Skinnymalinky put arch enemy Jim Gallacher ‘in his place’! 

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….and Tally Ho, Plod and Co. were off to the local ‘Cop Shop’ – perchance to catch a swatch at Juicy Janice of the disappearing bucket. 

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But the real Polis had fucked up. Dammit! 

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Never mind – Constable Goodwank had not sat idly by. Money HAD been stolen and with the benefit of his vast experience and a brand new Tesco notebook, he would soon nail the villain!

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….ably assisted by St. Sean of that lethargic lecky meter who courageously exposed the culprit on Bawbag David Bell’s Comic!

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Behold the confident clown words of Dunco, who took it upon himself to count invisible tenners in a tombola that wasn’t there. A prophetic final sentence perhaps?

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And lying perjurer Dunco could barely contain his joy when ‘WHIZZ’ Robinson homed in on his poisoned chalice like a moth to a candle flame!

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Meanwhile Nicky Boy’s subservient helper – wee Chris MaCockindale – made a promise.FotoFlexer_Photo Dr. MaCockindale’s full written report must be due for publication any day soon.

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The vastly experienced solvent abuser insolvency practitioner was warming to the task too, and his full account is bound to be a cracker!

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From the prosecution’s key witness! 

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….and as honest Sean of those dodgy digiboxes, had spotted Dunco’s piles, poor Jim Gallacher clearly didn’t stand a chance in court!

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BUT – in a masterly stroke of risk management Slick Nick dredged up a Trust Deed he hadn’t bothered his bahookie checking for first time around, and a guaranteed £236.78 was MUCH more attractive than taking a chance on Dunco’s ‘cast iron’ case. Nothing arrogant about thinking the Trustee would do him a wee favour, eh! Might as well tell the ‘guys’ on the Trust forum that the case was ‘more or less over’.

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The consummate professional was determined to assist his bean counting buddy. 

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‘HEY PRESTO’! Job done and dusted. Thank you Mr. Chairman. 

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QUELLE SURPRISE, WHEN FIDDLER FORSYTH FIXED IT FOR HIM. 

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BUT – ‘Jings, crivvens, help ma Boab’ ‘Dear Iain’ had forgotten all about the Monkey and Fing. 

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Don’t miss the next one folks when the TOADMEISTER writes to ‘Dear Iain’.FotoFlexer_Photo