8am - Vegan breakfast (tasteless)
9 am - Screaming
10 am - Revelation that we all have phobophobia is phollowed by pantophobia and general screaming
12 noon - Fainting
1 pm - Vegan lunch (pointless)
2pm - Awarding of doctorates
3pm Ritual of centering (it's all about "me")
4pm - Not waving but drowning
8pm - Invertebrate dinner (spineless) followed by cowardy custard
What happened to the responsorial psalm? You know, the one where Gillian utters some absurd remark or makes a ridiculous pronouncement and Shaun Ryder responds in suitably colourful language accompanied by the waving of incense (otherwise known as ciggie smoke).
ReplyDeleteI actually admire her perseverence. All of that screaming and shrieking and fainting, must have given her a real headache, but I haven't seen her pop one single pill.
ReplyDeleteMind you, she seems to like the gas and air (or is it oxygen?
Whoever locked her up with Shaun Ryder is a master of cruelty - poor Shaun! Having kept her at a distance for days, now she is inflicted on him for two whole days.
Still, there is a competition among the prisoners for immunity from eviction - If it involves anything that moves or is wet, she will give up and be evicted.
Good old fashioned cruelty for the masses. It must be a bit like a public hanging, or some of the ceremonies at Husband Cruelty, sorry, Husborne Crawley.
You forgot Peking duck for supper, aka general quackery
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