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| Picture postcard:
old man Flenk sent back this from aboard
his Iraqi-bound ferry. |
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| "Now
THAT is outrageous" Jim
Davidson likes what he sees. |
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| Typist of
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Dorian's long-lost
and still missing son, Basil Flenk.Where
can he be? |
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It
ain’t 'alf racist, mum: Flenk entertains
troops.
The inventor and editorial
man of Idiotica magazine, the publication
with which in association with Idiotica.co.uk
is this is which is, has done
a Rolf and gone out to the Gulf to entertain
the British troops, on his shopmobility
spazwagon.
Dorian Flenk –
celebrated satirist, dramatist and liver-spotted
failure – swapped the deserted tarmacs
of buzzing Beak Street for the increasingly
popular holiday destination of the Iraqi
desert, riding on his OAP flidbike wearing
his trademark hat and guitar and singing
“The Sun Will Come Out Tomorrow”
all the way there.
The 600 soldiers of the
1st Battalion of the Staffordshire Regiment
were stunned when Flenk was found freshening
up at their basin at their base in Al Qurnah.
Dismounting his cripcycle,
Flenk launched into a rendition of his then
legendary and now illegal 1965 epic variety
act “Twist & Flenk”. His
opening number, entitled The Gollywog
Song, was yet again to be his closing
number.
“The men was very
upset,” said entertainments organiser
Jim Davidson. “Some of the troops
was in tears – crying and that. It’s
lonely in the field – far from home,
missing the near misses with the missus.
It’s great if somebody turns up to
cheer you up with the strike of a banjo.
But if some joker turns up on a special
needs vehicle singing a racially insensitive
song… well, I’m sorry, but I
can’t even bring myself to talk about
it any more. I’m all choked up. Fuck
me, it was beautiful.”
After his 3rd consecutive
encore Flenk loaded up on duty free mints
and lager, span his mong scooter around,
via a complicated 5-point turn manoeuvre,
and headed home.
He was expected back at
Idiotica Towers yesterday or today, we didn’t
write it down.
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