Good ol' Ronnie

Got this from some Pizzaland nut in an email..
I hope he wasnt planning on posting this in his blog - Oh well.. too bad how sad ! hee hee Mwah!


Nut boy doesnt know who Ronnie Barker is so I have supplied this link so he and anyone else that doesnt know him can find out more about him!

To all of you who already know him, you know that Ronnie Barker was one hell of a funny man. A very modest man who penned much more than we were aware of at the time. He kept many alias but one in particular, Gerald Wiley. The comedy writing fraternity were apparently in a frenzy trying to work out who the writer really was - as his work was so good but no one had ever met the man in person.

I was raised on 'Ronnie' humor. (Thanks mum!)

Ronnie died in 2005 but his wit will live on for quite some time on the screen and in the minds of many.

This was the email - I hope you enjoy this as much as I did !

This text is attributed to Ronnie Barker. If you know who he is (I don't, and frankly can't be assed to google him atm lol), you can imagine how much funnier he would have recited it. Though not technically spoonerisms, it made me chucking fortle!

"This is the story of Rindercella and her sugly isters.
Rindercella and her sugly isters lived in a marge lansion.
Rindercella worked very hard frubbing sloors, emptying poss pits, and shivelling shot.
At the end of the day, she was knucking fackered.
The sugly isters were right bugly uggers.
One was called Mary Hinge, and the other was called Betty Swallocks; they were really forrible huckers; they had fetty sweet and fetty swannies.
The sugly isters had tickets to go to the ball, but the cotton runts would not let Rindercella go.
Suddenly there was a bucking fang, and her gairy fodmother appeared. Her name was Shairy Hithole and she was a light rucking fesbian. She turned a pumpkin and six mite wice into a hucking cuge farriage with six dandy ronkeys who had buge hollocks and dig bicks.
The gairy fodmother told Rindercella to be back by dimnlight otherwise, there would be a cucking falamity.
At the ball, Rindercella was dancing with the prandsome hince when suddenly the clock struck twelve.
"Mist all chucking frighty!!!" said Rindercella, and she ran out tripping barse over ollocks, so dropping her slass glipper.
The very next day the prandsome hince knocked on Rindercella's door and the sugly isters let him in. Suddenly, Betty Swallocks lifted her leg and let off a fig bart. "Who's fust jarted??" asked the prandsome hince.
"Blame that fugly ucker over there!!" said Mary Hinge.
When the stinking brown cloud had lifted, he tried the slass glipper on both the sugly isters without success and their feet stucking funk.
Betty Swallocks was ducking fisgusted and gave the prandsome hince a knack in the kickers. This was not difficult as he had bucking fuge halls and a hig bard on.
He tried the slass glipper on Rindercella and it fitted pucking ferfectly.
Rindercella and the prandsome hince were married.
The pransome hince lived his life in lucking fuxury, and Rindercella lived hers with a follen swanny. "


I dare anyone to not laugh when reading that !

Remind me to post about my trouble with spoonerisms - and may Miss Hunt forgive me !

Orroo for now :)