Hello,
The Ice Bucket challenge has become a global phenomenononon.
Dipso Dave did it in the Recalcitrant Peacock on Saturday night and then spent the night in hospital. Nothing to do with the bucket of ice water. Teach him to leer at my lovely wife Shirley.
Any road up, as Saturday night’s Bhuna began its journey to the Sewage plant I wondered how this Ice Bucket Challenge would develop.
As the match flickered and snuffed out the final whiff of my ordure, the idea came to me.
Checking that there was no floating debris, I donned a pair of googles and a snorkel. I told Shirley bring the camera to record my efforts. I placed my head in the bowl.
On my command she flushed. With gusto. Time and again. Remarkable wrist strength.
My head became firmly wedged in the bowl necessitating the Kent Fire Brigade to attend our home to (as the report said) “extricate from the upstairs toilet, a fat bloke wearing goggles and a snorkel who had managed to get his head stuck in the bowl .”
Thank God for the snorkel or I could have come to a sticky end.
Just watch Bowl Dunking catch on! Plays havoc with your ballcock though.
I nominate Justin Bieber, The Islamic State and Katie Hopkins.
Go on it is for Charridee after all.
