HOW TO BE TOPP WITH KANTERBURY GREEN PEES
A thriling tail of adventur - by NIGEL MOLESWORTH (not a polise spy, chiz) Part I
Yes, it is I, NIGEL MOLESWORTH, Eco-Worrier, late of St Custard’s Academy-for-the-Criminally-Insane. This is my story of wot lif is like with the green peas.
Her I am in KANTERBURY prisun were I hav bean since Febroory. It is a bit like skool except they let us out mor offen.
Arest is an occipational hasard when you are a aktivist with the green pees. Life is tuff butt I am tuffer and always look on the brite side. Plus I hav dug a tunel and I hav my trustee intergalaktik rai-gun.
Ther is allsorts of dangeros stuff that we do like hanging curtains outside the transpurt minnister’s window (which I didn’t do becos if I get up a ladder I wee. Chiz).
And bashing up SHELL [eek, i sed the evul wurd] wich is wy I am in prisun.
But, is it all dume and glume in KANTERBURY, I here you ask? No, for I am in a grope of aktivists who have rings thrugh their noses plus ther is an Archbishop.
I dressed up as a poler beer and now I itch in my unmenshonables.
Soone we will hav a biger poler beer in London and we will all get skurvy becos the Attic is melting.
Stai tuned for mor of the trilling NIGEL MOLESWORTH blogg.
Yors sinseerly, N. MOLESWORTH ESQ – Intergalaktic Greeny and Herro of the Universe.
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