Evenin. Us boys hev ad znow smornin but Hippo wuz proper. Znow be gun now but us not be sittin on us hambones, us knows how it be deceitful and hides until us not be lookin.
 
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Fifty-four years ago today, the world still still for the funeral of SIR WINSTON CHURCHILL.

His funeral was one of only two State Funerals for a commoner in the last century. His cousin was a duke, but we have a funny view of what is common over here.
The funeral itself was held at ST. Paul's Cathedral and was unusual as it was attended by the sovereign, HM Queen Elizabeth II. As well as our own royal family, royalty and world leaders gathered to pay their respects to a man who was later voted to be the greatest ever Briton.
Churchill is best remember as our Prime Minister for much of WW II. He also won a general election to serve a second term.
Over his political career he held almost every great office of state. In addition to this he had been an army officer, latterly in the trenches of WW I. He was the highest paid journalist in the country for a while too.
Notably Churchill put more words to paper than Shakespear and Dickens combined! His History of the English Speaking Peoples netted him the Nobel Prize for Literature.
When asked, after the war, how he thought the history books would judge him, his reply was, "Well, I intend to write them!"
After his funeral his coffin was borne along the River Thames, cranes dipping in salute. His last journey was by specially chartered train, from Waterloo Station to Bladon, in Oxfordshire, within sight of his ancestral home of Bleneim Palace.
 
Yer cannot beat a Heinz baked bean

He’s good for liver, heart and spleen,

Yer always know where he has been,

The humble, loyal, Heinz baked bean.


The other day I tipped some out,

Anticipating Heinz beans clout

When something sowed a seed of doubt,

I couldn’t say what ‘twas about.


Sitting in my favourite chair,

Sprinkling pepper here and there,

I raised my fork and – Blind despair!

The beans could not be Heinz, I swear!


I ran out to the kitchen bin,

Pulled out the offending tin,

The label witnessed such a sin,

Heinz beans – with no sugar in!


So, working men, now hark to me,

When you want baked beans for your tea,

Yer must avoid what fate brought me,

The curse of baked beans, Sugar free!!
 
Yer cannot beat a Heinz baked bean

He’s good for liver, heart and spleen,

Yer always know where he has been,

The humble, loyal, Heinz baked bean.


The other day I tipped some out,

Anticipating Heinz beans clout

When something sowed a seed of doubt,

I couldn’t say what ‘twas about.


Sitting in my favourite chair,

Sprinkling pepper here and there,

I raised my fork and – Blind despair!

The beans could not be Heinz, I swear!


I ran out to the kitchen bin,

Pulled out the offending tin,

The label witnessed such a sin,

Heinz beans – with no sugar in!


So, working men, now hark to me,

When you want baked beans for your tea,

Yer must avoid what fate brought me,

The curse of baked beans, Sugar free!!

Jolly good good show old errm um..
Help me out here, the word escapes me..
Chap? Nope.
Legume? Non..
Gods of 57, answer me!

Cut me a break, gots to go to
St Albans tomorro :(
 

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