Another day, another strange smelly thing to roll in, another bath.
I was talking to a very wise blogger and a new game popped into my head. It’s a game Son and I played as we waited for a Doctors appointment.
This started by slagging off the U.K.’s Secretary of State for the Environment (god help it) – Michael Gove. I talked about sending a letter just marked ‘To the worlds slimiest man” and it would be delivered to Gove.
So you have to send a letter to a famous person. But you can’t use their name or address. How do you ensure the postman knows where to deliver the letter.
Son – To the smelliest dog in the world. Letter would be delivered to our very own Captain Chaos.
Me – The Buffoon. Letter delivered directly to Boris Johnson (a clown masquerading as a U.K. politician and potential future PM)
Son – The Orange One. Letter straight to President Trump
Me – Current address unknown previous address Ecuadorian Embassy. Julian Assange
Son – America’s Bottom. Avengers spoiler can’t reveal answer
Me – Most overrated rock star ever. Delivered to Bono
Son – Useless, incompetent, stubborn and generally not very nice. Goes straight to the UK Prime Minister
Son – To the worlds nicest man. Sent to Sir David Attenborough.
Me – Returning this App to sender as its crap. Delivered to the developers of WordPress for the iPad.
Son – Darth Sidious, The Sith Lord. Postman delivers to Senator Palpatine, If the postman can see this why can’t Yoda.
Me – Rubbish Film Script. Will arrive at the offices of the Star Wars Movie Director
Son – Package contains cockroaches. Urgent delivery to Bear Grylls
Me – Missing Tax Return. Another one being delivered to Trump
Son – Most overrated footballer ever. Letter straight to David Beckham
Son – To the worlds worst chef. Delivered to Dad
Son – To a muppet. Delivered to Dad
Me – Just F******g deliver it. Straight to Gordon Ramsey
Can you think of some new ones…..