Some people wanted to dance, some would have pissed so I think it was Health and Safety concerns really.so, am I right in thinking that she cunnningly decided not to have a grave in order to avoid being pissed on for eternity?
hmm, so our only chance was actually while she was in her coffin at the houses of parliament?Some people wanted to dance, some would have pissed so I think it was Health and Safety concerns really.
She should have been liquidised and turned into liquid manure - at least she'd have given something back.
In fact, they'd need to either put it too high up somewhere to vandalise, or put enough Iron grille-work around it to totally hide it, because if there is one thing I can guarantee, it's that that statue would be vandalised repeatedly.They'll stick that marble statue up somewhere eventually. They'd best install a nice gutter all the way round the base of it, with some of those blue disinfectant blocks in.
Heck, the free market solution would be to charge people to piss on it, they'd make a mint.
there is nowhere they could put it where it would be beyond retributionIn fact, they'd need to either put it too high up somewhere to vandalise, or put enough Iron grille-work around it to totally hide it, because if there is one thing I can guarantee, it's that that statue would be vandalised repeatedly.
women of mortlake cremated the last proper conservative prime minister this country had and now england and australia will battle it out in a cricket series every year or two to force the other country to accept the ashes which are kept in a safe environment at an unknown location.But where ARE the ashes?
Gidiot's got them. He's going to mix them with Peruvian flake and snort them.But where ARE the ashes?
I'm not fussy - he was daft enough to marry her. *shrug*Boring post: I believe they were/are going to be buried at the Royal Chelsea Hospital, next to the ashes of her husband. A grave of sorts, though probably not so easy to dance upon.
Boring post: I believe they were/are going to be buried at the Royal Chelsea Hospital, next to the ashes of her husband. A grave of sorts, though probably not so easy to dance upon.
It's the thread that just keeps on giving. She'd hate it.had a shit day at work but the thought of dead thatcher cheered me up
Does it have to be warm, then?If you've seen the plot in question, it's in a very public space. Which means I may find it difficult to fulfil my vow of pissing on it. Never mind, I am sure I can pick up a cheap thermos for the job.