2 Responses to Has any Royal arsewipe / lackey drummed up the courage to suggest to the Queen and the Duke of Edinburgh that they will only feel little pricks💉and they really ought to set an example to us plebs by having the Pfizer / BioNTech vaccine?
From a personally selfish point of view I desperately want Phillip to consent to the injection. Whether it’s introduced into his body from the upper arm or he’s required to drop his pants at Sandringham and allow the cocktail of God Knows What into one of his two buttocks, is of no concern to me. I just want him to have it and have it soon.
You see, he’s been the lucky recipient of a right sided hip replacement and following several pieces of correspondence between me and him, he’s agreed, following death, to bequeath me the aforementioned right sided hip joint. Had it been a left sided hip joint I would never have begun our polite correspondence. There wouldn’t have been any point because the left joint and the right sided hip joints have completely different ball and socket mechanics and unless I was happy to receive a left hip joint that’d be fitted into my right side and render me with an odd and even strange walking gait, what would be the point have ever bothering him in the first place.
Happy Christmas La.
Ahhh, Bob, what a shame. That unusual gait you’d have been struggling with for the rest of your life – with your right foot pointing backwards, towards where you’d just hobbled from – would have had great benefits for your friends and associates. Why didn’t you consider us? When we’re out and about shopping with our masks on, we could have spotted you approaching or heard you howling in pain or smelled the rancid iodine from afar, and could have dodged into the nearest shop doorway to hide, admire the surgical appliances on display, or whatever, and pretend we never saw you … until the coast was clear. So I really think you could have been a bit more of a philanthropist, thought about the plight of others and gone ahead with recycling the Prince Pip Royal Hip, agonising though it would have been. Happy Christmas Bob.
An electronic .pdf version of a 32-page handwritten diary by Leading Radio Operator Paul Cardin, written on location between the months of April and July 1982.
From a personally selfish point of view I desperately want Phillip to consent to the injection. Whether it’s introduced into his body from the upper arm or he’s required to drop his pants at Sandringham and allow the cocktail of God Knows What into one of his two buttocks, is of no concern to me. I just want him to have it and have it soon.
You see, he’s been the lucky recipient of a right sided hip replacement and following several pieces of correspondence between me and him, he’s agreed, following death, to bequeath me the aforementioned right sided hip joint. Had it been a left sided hip joint I would never have begun our polite correspondence. There wouldn’t have been any point because the left joint and the right sided hip joints have completely different ball and socket mechanics and unless I was happy to receive a left hip joint that’d be fitted into my right side and render me with an odd and even strange walking gait, what would be the point have ever bothering him in the first place.
Happy Christmas La.
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Ahhh, Bob, what a shame. That unusual gait you’d have been struggling with for the rest of your life – with your right foot pointing backwards, towards where you’d just hobbled from – would have had great benefits for your friends and associates. Why didn’t you consider us? When we’re out and about shopping with our masks on, we could have spotted you approaching or heard you howling in pain or smelled the rancid iodine from afar, and could have dodged into the nearest shop doorway to hide, admire the surgical appliances on display, or whatever, and pretend we never saw you … until the coast was clear. So I really think you could have been a bit more of a philanthropist, thought about the plight of others and gone ahead with recycling the Prince Pip Royal Hip, agonising though it would have been. Happy Christmas Bob.
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