Apparently in view of the impending smoking ban, a select committee of MPs have decided to shed their stuffy images and organise and take part in a mammoth super-gig to raise awareness and, at the same time, raise sufficient funds to build an unusually designed public smoking shelter in the gardens of the Houses of Parliament.
The select three, all past diploma graduates of Les Dawson’s Institute of Visual Arts (Northern Section) – L’DIVA’NS for short gave their all, entertaining a bemused audience + 3 traffic wardens, with their speciality act of Atmospheric Monologues.
The police had to be drafted in to organise the crowds, but they could not find sufficient sober people at that time of the morning, as like the rest of Britain, London was out early looking through the skips on their way to and from the Boot Sales!
Following on their resounding success, the wicked trio are planning another gig, subject as yet unknown (rumoured to be P.C. –the new common (non)sense)) but due to the unusual turnout at their last gig, this will be held next to a public telephone box to enable the crowds to stand in comfort should it rain.
The link shows an actual still from the gig. Supremely confident of the outcome of the venture, the MPs, rather prematurely, bought the shelter and actually performed their gig live from it.
Any resemblance to any M.P, living or dead, is purely coincidental.
I have fond memories of my maternal grandfather-Fred was his name. He was a drawer in and I learned a lot about the cotton mills from him. (which is why I instantly recognised a carding machine in an earlier talking point post). But as much as I loved seeing him, as a child I was filled with dread every time I had to use the toilet. This may sound strange to someone who has never had the pleasure of a tippler, lifting the lid to an 8 foot drop!