Reading George Ferguson’s ‘By George’ column in today’s Cancer – alas not yet online – at least explains why he chose a career in concreting over public park land rather than comic writing.
Southville’s great wit writes about Easter this week:
I challenge Cadbury or Elizabeth Shaw to make an attempt on the world record by building the largest Easter ‘egg’ in the world.
The current record is held by Belgium with a 27 foot high, 21 foot wide egg, the size of a three-storey house.
It would be a fitting challenge to build one at Greenbank, although sadly it would be an early victim of global warming and the ‘bloggers’ would be bound to condemn it as a conspiracy to block the cycle path.
What the fuck is the gormless public school twit on about now? Does this sort of thing pass for humour at Wellington College? I say! These chaps know how to have a snigger, what?
George also – why I don’t know – wants “to develop a special Bristol chocolate-free egg” and is inviting recipes.
How about a shell made of nuts and crackers, then fill it full of shit and call it “a Ferguson”?