Hello,
I was in Tesco’s rummaging amongst the mangoes with a view to buying one for pudding later that evening. As I popped a fruit into my trolley, I felt a tad woozy and a touch fey.
I had an insatiable desire to free my people from English tyranny!
The spirit of Joan of Arc, Maid of Orleans had entered me!
Within minutes I was scurrying down the World Foods aisle in a hastily applied armour of Nan bread and fresh vegetables (some well beyond their best before date) with a baguette lance in my hand.
On I charged, scything down the enemy (Broad beans are handy in a fight).
I screamed, nay ululated, invoking God to rid France of these English pigs. I sped through the automatic doors, into the sunlight and trundled toward freedom, shattering their yoke of tyranny.
Sadly the trolley wheel locking device was activated and the lardy security guard, bearing his epaulettes proudly, ended my uprising.
The Magistrate deferred the sentence of burning at the stake to 120 hours of litter picking on the A13. I did get my pound back for the trolley though.
You may think I am a fantasist ………..I would beg to differ.
Mango anyone?
Sacre Bleu!
Agnes
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Did you just use the word “ululated”? Good on ya.
Can Agnes please come over here and liberate us from the yoke of Rob Ford? Please?
Thanks for the OMD flashback.
Listen to it again and tuck your jumper into your trousers – an 80’s Scouse electro pop titan is born!
Do you have any idea how much money I’d pay to see this at my local market??
Not very much Nancy – just ululate in the Frozen Foods section, wave bread above your head and the rest will come naturally – at least that is what i told the Magistrate!
Challenge accepted.
Nan armour. The best.
Agreed although chapati athletic supports have somethng going for them John
I like real cod codpieces myself
Somehow that doesn’t surprise me John!
I would love to shop with Agnes. And you said trolley. Oh, love that. She sounds pretty fierce with a baguette!
She deals in breaded death within a radius of 50 yards Amy
There’s far too little ululating being practised in the world today. All power to Agnes.
May I associate myself with your comment
Nan amour would suit Joan just as well as nan armour
Definitely Ankur!
Damn trolleys. Agnes should have had a white horse like in the song. There would have been a clean get away.