Something has been bugging me for a few days.
Last year I went to an event at the Houses of Parliament, and the security was incredibly tight - you would let people into your knickers easier than these guys allow you over the threshold of the Palace of Westminster.
So how did that guy manage to smuggle in a flan to fling at Rupert Murdoch?
These are the theories I've come up with so far:
- It was a dehydrated pie and he spend two hours spitting on it to restore it to full size
- He's really Derren Brown and can do whatever he bloody well likes
- Wear pie as a wig. Perhaps this explains why Boris Johnson looks so untroubled by the chaos around him - he's prepared for any assailants by the custard pie he keeps on his head at all times.
- Ensure pie's already in the room, as part of the refreshments. Doable with help, but then again you're a bit stuffed if somebody eats it during the teabreak.
- Blame it on the Tories. This explanation worked well in the Eighties and is still going strong.
What's your theory?







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