This was a tragedy, not time for Plodspeak/June 4th 2010.

Richie - Would you believe it, last night was Littlejohn Appreciation Night in our local! Regulars were encouraged to engage in "Richiespeak" with a pint and a dish of Mrs Bob's Thai green curry going to the winner! Well, what fun we had! Dr Singh peppered his sentences with the tag-line "You couldn't make it up" while Arthur Groat, spoon-playing octogenarian of these parts, sat mumbing "It's elf n safety gorn mad!" into his beer! Marcia Braithwaite sang "Mind How You Go" to the tune of Je Ne Regrette and Rev. Pritchard, our happy-clappy vicar, recited a poem entitled "God Don't Love You Alky-Aida". All of the competitors merrily denounced Liberals as gays and the Police as lazy pen-pushers. But the winner was our landlady Frances - the former male BNP hard-nut now transformed into a female tree-hugging, eco-warrior - who came out with one of your most famous lines, namely: "They were only six prossies from Ipswich and weren't gonna find a cure for cancer, wuz they!" Mad here innit!