Spotted this morning - Bliar!
Discussion
Just coming off the M4 onto the A4 this morning, and an outrider stopped the traffic at the end of the slip road - past went Blair in his Jag with a further 5 outriders, only to join the queue up to the Chiswick roundabout about 5 cars in front of me.
They did manage to clear the queue surprisingly quickly though!
They did manage to clear the queue surprisingly quickly though!
t!bigtone said:
I was amazed that he came down the A4 instead of the M4 bus lane as in the past, but I guess there are more escape routes if anyone took a particularly strong dislike to him...
Obviously heard that Gordon Brown places his hitmen on the M4 then.
Is there anyone that likes him?
bigtone said:
Just coming off the M4 onto the A4 this morning, and an outrider stopped the traffic at the end of the slip road - past went Blair in his Jag with a further 5 outriders, only to join the queue up to the Chiswick roundabout about 5 cars in front of me.
They did manage to clear the queue surprisingly quickly though!
I am surprised you recognised him, I thought his car had smoked glass to prevent his wife's face from frightening small children and old ladies....
Tony Blair started jogging near his home in Chequers.
Every day, he'd jog past a hooker standing on the same street corner.
He learned to brace himself as he approached her for what was almost certain
to follow.
"Fifty pounds!" she'd shout from the kerb.
"No! Five pounds!" Tony would fire back.
This ritual between Tony and the hooker became a daily occurrence. He'd run
by and she'd yell, "Fifty pounds!" He'd yell back, "Five pounds!"
One day, Cherie decided that she wanted to accompany her husband on his jog.
As the jogging couple neared the working woman's street corner, Tony
realised she'd bark her £50 offer and Cherie would wonder what he'd really
been doing on all his past outings.
He figured he'd better have a darn good explanation for the 'Boss'.
As they jogged into the turn that would take them past the corner, Tony
became even more apprehensive than usual.
Sure enough, there was the hooker. Tony tried to avoid the prostitute's eyes
as she watched the pair jog past.
Then, from the pavement, the hooker yelled,
"See what you get for five quid?!"
Every day, he'd jog past a hooker standing on the same street corner.
He learned to brace himself as he approached her for what was almost certain
to follow.
"Fifty pounds!" she'd shout from the kerb.
"No! Five pounds!" Tony would fire back.
This ritual between Tony and the hooker became a daily occurrence. He'd run
by and she'd yell, "Fifty pounds!" He'd yell back, "Five pounds!"
One day, Cherie decided that she wanted to accompany her husband on his jog.
As the jogging couple neared the working woman's street corner, Tony
realised she'd bark her £50 offer and Cherie would wonder what he'd really
been doing on all his past outings.
He figured he'd better have a darn good explanation for the 'Boss'.
As they jogged into the turn that would take them past the corner, Tony
became even more apprehensive than usual.
Sure enough, there was the hooker. Tony tried to avoid the prostitute's eyes
as she watched the pair jog past.
Then, from the pavement, the hooker yelled,
"See what you get for five quid?!"
Reminds me of the time I left work early once and got the train home from Fenchurch St. Loads of coppers everywhere, thought maybe a bomb scare of something and thought nothing more of it.
Pulled into Basildon and I woke up, looked out the window and Tony Blair is walking past and gave me a wave. Bit sureal really.
Then went back to sleep again.
Pulled into Basildon and I woke up, looked out the window and Tony Blair is walking past and gave me a wave. Bit sureal really.
Then went back to sleep again.
jesusbuiltmycar said:
Tony Blair started jogging near his home in Chequers.
Every day, he'd jog past a hooker standing on the same street corner.
He learned to brace himself as he approached her for what was almost certain
to follow.
"Fifty pounds!" she'd shout from the kerb.
"No! Five pounds!" Tony would fire back.
This ritual between Tony and the hooker became a daily occurrence. He'd run
by and she'd yell, "Fifty pounds!" He'd yell back, "Five pounds!"
One day, Cherie decided that she wanted to accompany her husband on his jog.
As the jogging couple neared the working woman's street corner, Tony
realised she'd bark her £50 offer and Cherie would wonder what he'd really
been doing on all his past outings.
He figured he'd better have a darn good explanation for the 'Boss'.
As they jogged into the turn that would take them past the corner, Tony
became even more apprehensive than usual.
Sure enough, there was the hooker. Tony tried to avoid the prostitute's eyes
as she watched the pair jog past.
Then, from the pavement, the hooker yelled,
"See what you get for five quid?!"
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