I’ve almost completed the first draft of the script for our
Mary Poppins sketch but my spell checker isn’t helping. It keeps changing the word wellies to
willies. So now I not only have to cope with
writing this script accompanied by visions of pantomime cows, ostriches and
dancing chimney pots I also can’t get out of my mind the image of all the women
of Barnwell wearing willies. Not the
sort of thing that will be appreciated when we go to the Co-op in Oundle, in
fact they don’t really appreciate wellies in Oundle unless they are green,
clean and worn with Barbours. We might be OK going for a night out in Corby
wearing willies, that sort of thing is acceptable in Corby actually in Corby it’s
almost expected, they’ll just think we’re out on a hen night.
I’ve also had a complaint about my penchant for killing
people off. I don’t think there is anything wrong about a few dead bodies and a
stage smeared in blood it could add new dimensions to the saccharine story of
nannies and chimney sweeps and sweet little children.
So ‘Who killed Mary Poppins? Was it the pantomime cow, the
one man band, or that woman in wellies wearing a strap on dildo?
Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious...............................
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