All hail golden Team GB! About bloody time. As a proud Cornishmantis, I suggest a special tip of the hat or a wiggle of the antennae to the lass with the oars from Penzance. Kernow bys vyken!
Not-distant-enough relation Cheryl the Frighteningly Large Earwig managed to get herself into trouble on the plane over from the States. Arrested on touchdown, it didn't take her long to subdue half a regiment of paras and make her wild way to the Olympics.
She was last seen lurking amongst the trees in Greenwich Park, wearing a marquee-sized kilt (I am reliably informed it is the McInnes tartan), an equally voluminous T-shirt with the north and south Korean flags emblazoned across the nip areas and frightening the horses and assorted royalty. There goes my chance of a gong.
In the event that the authorities can't deal with her, I think I am going to be driving the harmonium up to the capital, possibly overnight and at short notice. Strewth!
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