Operation You Twat Two

May 29th 2006

After cooking the second of the spiked meatballs, in fact deliberately overcooking it to some degree in an effort to make the missile as sold as possible and thus less prone to disintegrating in flight like one of Barnes Wallis’s early attempts at the Bouncing Bomb, and after allowing it to cool down sufficiently, I took it out into the garden and prepared to propel it into the Pollitt’s back garden. They had gone out somewhere leaving You Twat behind barking and howling its fool head off as per usual and ruining my Bank Holiday. Not for much longer!

As previously I had taken the precaution of going down to the park for half-an-hour’s practice in order to get my range. Also as previously I first tossed a trial pebble before unleashing the meatball. On Friday the pebble had hit the dog. Unfortunately this time it didn’t, leastwise You Twat didn’t start howling any louder. Confident that I’d judged the distance correctly I quickly followed the pebble with the meatball.

The Trouble was out visiting her sister on this occasion and therefore wasn’t on hand at the back bedroom window as my spotter, so to ascertain whether I’d hit the target area I had to go upstairs to take a look myself.  I had; by the time I’d got there You Twat was champing away hungrily at the meatball.

I looked on, content in the knowledge that the delinquent dog would very soon be taking forty winks, or more likely four hundred winks, and I’d be able to enjoy a bit of peace and quiet again.

I got my binoculars out so I would have a better view of the slobbering beast departing for the Land if Nod. But as well as the dog my binoculars picked out something on the ground, near it. At first I thought it was a large dog turd but when I used the binoculars’ zoom facility and brought the image closer I recognised it as the raw meatball I’d thrown on Friday. It must have been there all weekend without any of the Pollitts noticing it, or more likely noticing it and wrongly identifying it as just another of You Twat’s turds, as I had.

Having finished the meatball You Twat stood smacking his lips. Then, no doubt having acquired a taste for Tesco’s steak mince meatballs, surely a more attractive diet than the mysteries of a can of dog food, the bloody thing set about eating the previously ignored raw meatball. Shit, that would make it twelve sleeping pills it had swallowed! Having quickly polished it off the dog then stood smacking its chops and looking around hopefully for another meatball.

Once the twelve sleeping pills had kicked in I expected it to start getting drowsy, and maybe stagger about drunkenly for a bit before giving up the ghost, lying down, and going to sleep, but no; after about thirty seconds it simply dropped to the ground like a stone. There was a single violent twitch from its hind legs as it rolled over onto its back, then no further movement, not so much as a flicker.

I watched it for a good half hour after that and it never moved a muscle. It looked as dead as a doornail to me, which it could very well be after swallowing twelve sleeping pills all at one go. It’s certainly quietened it down though.

It was still in exactly the same position when I looked about four-o-clock. The Pollitts had arrived home by this time but none had apparently noticed the lack of life in You Twat, either that or they’d noticed and didn’t give a shit. Probably the latter.  

 

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Hi. I’m Terry Ravenscroft, I’m aged 67 and…..whoooah, come back, I’m not ready to have the lid nailed down on my coffin just yet. Anyway I’m a very young 67. (About five years ago I went to see Pulp at the Manchester Evening News Arena. I was older than everyone else by at least 35 years. The eighteen-year-old next to me asked me if I’d ever been to the venue before. I replied ‘Yes I saw George Formby here once’. She’d never heard of him.) This blog is going to be about my life and the way I see things. Before I retired I was a comedy scriptwriter for Les Dawson and Smith and Jones amongst others so there’s a sporting chance that some of the things I write will be funny. One of the reasons I’m writing this blog, although by no means the only reason, is because I have a website www.topcomedy.co.uk which I hope you will log on to occasionally. I have yet to meet anybody who doesn’t like Dear Air 2000…. My hobbies are walking, playing crown green bowls, watching football, birdwatching , cooking, and, according to The Trouble, moaning. Oh, and I have a thing about Kristen Scott Thomas. A couple of people I will be mentioning from time to time are The Trouble and Atkins Down The Road. The Trouble is my wife. I don’t call her The Trouble because it’s cockney rhyming slang for ‘wife, trouble and strife’, but because she has the habit of starting sentences, especially to me, with the words ‘The trouble with you is….’ Then goes on to complete the rest of the sentence with words like ‘you never listen when I’m talking to you’ or ‘you never see the other person’s point of view’ or some such other frivolous complaint. Atkins Down The Road is my best friend and lives, not surprisingly, down the road. I started a weblog a couple of years ago but stopped doing it to write a novel about golf called ‘A Good Walk Spoiled.’ If you want to read the weblog it can be found on my website, if you want to read the novel it can be found on my other website, Razzamatazz, at www.razza.fsnet.co.uk along with lots of other things. Hi. I’m Terry Ravenscroft, I’m aged 67 and…..whoooah, come back, I’m not ready to have the lid nailed down on my coffin just yet. Anyway I’m a very young 67. (About five years ago I went to see Pulp at the Manchester Evening News Arena. I was older than everyone else by at least 35 years. The eighteen-year-old next to me asked me if I’d ever been to the venue before. I replied ‘Yes I saw George Formby here once’. She’d never heard of him.) This blog is going to be about my life and the way I see things. Before I retired I was a comedy scriptwriter for Les Dawson and Smith and Jones amongst others so there’s a sporting chance that some of the things I write will be funny. One of the reasons I’m writing this blog, although by no means the only reason, is because I have a website www.topcomedy.co.uk which I hope you will log on to occasionally. I have yet to meet anybody who doesn’t like Dear Air 2000…. My hobbies are walking, playing crown green bowls, watching football, birdwatching , cooking, and, according to The Trouble, moaning. Oh, and I have a thing about Kristen Scott Thomas. A couple of people I will be mentioning from time to time are The Trouble and Atkins Down The Road. The Trouble is my wife. I don’t call her The Trouble because it’s cockney rhyming slang for ‘wife, trouble and strife’, but because she has the habit of starting sentences, especially to me, with the words ‘The trouble with you is….’ Then goes on to complete the rest of the sentence with words like ‘you never listen when I’m talking to you’ or ‘you never see the other person’s point of view’ or some such other frivolous complaint. Atkins Down The Road is my best friend and lives, not surprisingly, down the road. I started a weblog a couple of years ago but stopped doing it to write a novel about golf called ‘A Good Walk Spoiled.’ If you want to read the weblog it can be found on my website, if you want to read the novel it can be found on my other website, Razzamatazz, at www.razza.fsnet.co.uk along with lots of other things.

4 thoughts on “Operation You Twat Two”

  1. hope for your sake you wore rubber gloves and didn’t leave any evidence, otherwise it could become the next episode of c.s.i.! can see grisolm now…”i think this animal was killed by aproxamately 12 sleeping tablets, and judging by the skid marks on the floor, they have come over the fence from mr ravenscrofts direction”
    is it still there?

  2. heres a thought, for roughly a hundred quid you can buy a fully automatic, bb firing, ak47! i will not divulge how i know this, i will save that for a post of my own, but you can get all sorts of bb pellets for them, including tracer ones, so you can have a pop at it through the night!
    also useful for students.

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