Originally Posted by The Judge
1. The Judicial Helpmeet certainly does not request permission to speak. He does as any right-thinking, red-blooded man would do in my presence -- namely falls to his knees in supplication, eyes raised in beseechment, and when I dispense my benevolence and the TV remote, he kow-tows, kisses my manicured toes, and hastily makes me a cordon bleu three course meal which I eat in the comfort of my boudoir in the east wing.
Lies back in chair, lights a Castella and muses about a missed education. 'If only I could talk proppa like yee,' he said in his manly Geordie voice.
You had me Googling half the words in that para TJ. Anyway back to reading "How to improve one's status," by Norman Tebbit. Get on your bike.