Sunday, 30 September 2012

oh wot a flare down below ~

Polly put the kettle on, we'll all have tea,
                                                                                                                                                                               this story should warm the coldest heart & bring a tear to any eye,
in the early evening of October 16th 1834, a small roof fire, got outta hand, guess the palace of Westminster started to turn a lovely shade of red , all ya could do was stand & stare,
from far & wide the London MoB gathered..burn,baby burn, was the word of the hour .
& burn it did, 800 years of shite went up in smoke,  foot-pads & the  tally man, had the night off,
 a grand sight, for young & old alike, street vendors did a roaring trade in fried fish, hot eels,pickled whelks, sheeps' trotters, ham sandwiches, pea soup, penny pies, plum 'duff'.hash cake, hot wine & brandy-balls..wot was there not to like..??

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