Great – now they’ve married me off to the village lunatic
A friend took this picture while whipping past, so it’s a little blurred, but you get the gist.
My instant reaction was that I would rather be pegged out in the midday sun and eaten alive by driver ants, which probably sounds like the erotic fantasy of one of the hundreds of Mintoffjani who swarm in here from Fejsbuk when I write about their beloved Mintoff, whose will shows he left NOTHING to charity or good socialist causes.
So now I find myself on two sorts of billboards. If you had told me when I began writing at 25 that this would still be happening 23 years later, I would have said you were nuts.
It doesn’t seem possible, but it is.
Anyway, so now I’m a 48-year-old virgin bride marrying the village nutcase, 10 years my junior. Suddenly, I know what Pakistani-origin girls dispatched from Britain to some mud-hut village to marry their weird uncle must feel like.
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Let’s be fair and admit that from a creative element this billboard beats most of the trashy boards that have been forced upon us since the Divorce referendum up to now…. :)
Daphne, watch out for Baxxter’s comments on this.
The face that launched a thousand billboards.
I agree, Daphne looks very fetching. Always thought that her brains and looks were an overpowering combination.
So happy she’s so far up the noses of the reds.
I didn’t mean it in that sense. We’re schoolboys drooling over a bedroom poster. She’s old enough to be my mother.
Or I’m young enough to be her son.
I don’t mean to say she’s not fetching. Just not to people my age. That is to say, she could be fetching to the mature gentleman.
Oh dear. I’ve dug myself into a hole here. Quick, ciccio, an anecdote so we can change subject.
Yes you did, my friend. Her allure is timeless.
A razor-sharp brain is alluring in anyone. I’ll give you that.
Baxxter, the only help I can give you is to offer you to join me in a Trojan Big Pony to enter Hal-Sparta-Ghaxaq and recapture Helen of Troy from Franco’s grip.
It wasn’t put up by Labour. Seems to be some kind of a play; I don’t know.
[Daphne – I never said it was put up by Labour. Labour would never marry me to Franco. It would be an unseemly provocation too far.]
B L A K O N D I X I N
Haha, it’s Bla Kondixin.
You’re the talk of the town, the two of you.
Now isn’t that cute?
A real marriage made in heaven……..or a clash of the Titans?
Its the Bla Kondixin advert. You can’t help laughing.
[Daphne – Men without brains never interested me. So no, it’s far from a marriage made in heaven. It’s amusing precisely because it’s absurd.]
Maybe now he will start using a bit of your BRAINS. Mhux li kien.
http://s14.postimage.org/tinbm47zj/MARRIAGE.jpg
ho ho ho
[Daphne – I have no interest in Dr Debono’s appendage.]
Daphne, looking at this image a thought popped into my head. Had you really married numb-nuts Debono, you would have probably been the first person to play with his little cock.
[Daphne – That’s a disgusting comment, Tonio. I am appalled. How dare you suggest that Franco Debono is a 38-year-old virgin?]
I thought all good God fearing catholics were virgins on their wedding day?
Isn’t that one of the rules?
[Daphne – I don’t see much that’s God-fearing about him, Interested Bystander. But that might be the one thing that gets him through heaven’s door.]
Debono definitely isn’t a virgin.
Over the last four and a half years, he’s f**ked the entire country.
Fl-ahhar, dawk ta’ BlaKondixin sabulu mara li tpoggih f’postu.
As we say in Nigeria, you look fine O in this pic. Shame about the groom.
Wow, never thought you would be a cougar.
What’s Bla Kondixin? The billboard is funny though. I wonder what mama Debono thought of it?
You would think that his girlfriend would be somewhat jealous.
[Daphne – He no longer has one, Angus. She left him.]
Cyrus should ‘pop up’ presently.
I don’t blame her. Daphne, you look stunning!