The Casting Couch in R.T.E.
Jul 6th, 2007 by Granny
Once upon a couch,
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The End
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If I were to fill in the blanks, I could tell stories that would make your hair curl.
Strange inexplicable overnight promotions of people with no qualifications or talents suited to the ‘Big Jobs’ in R.T.E.
Some of these people are still alive. They would sue me from here to Kingdom Come. Not the sort of people would settle for half the lolly!
We would have to sell our wee cottage plus a kidney each to pay damages.
There would be nothing left for the Offspring and her brood. Please don’t tempt me, Grannymar. K8 - you know what’s at stake here.
Mum’s the word.
No reason why you can’t write them down and put them in a safe place for publication posthumously! You could become that famous author that you always wanted to be!
Elly will you whist!
Do you want Grandad pushing Granny off her perch?
Now Granny start that post all over again and get the bloggers to continue the story…
Ah, at least tell that one about Gay Byrne and the prostitute! Or was it a Ferrero Rocher… Or was it both?