PETE’S MOUSTACHE GOES INTO POLITCS
The moustache finally had to give up the lucrative life aboard the pole dancers pubic mound on medical grounds. Not only the gyrating of the host body but also the ceaseless activity during the dark hours kept the moustache from its much needed sleep. There were also ominous demands >from the young lady’s vociferous clientele for the moustache to be removed completely. So one morning after Miss Automated Hoe and Seed Drill of Plunsk, Slotvia had fallen into a dreamless, if soggy, doze, the moustache carefully pulled itself out by its roots and scuttled away. It hurled itself off the bed and landed in the trouser turn-up of Alistair Grousemoor, MP for East Stirring. This fine figure of a failure had risen from being voted Silliest Ghillie to Great Political Hope in two years, but could not keep his hands off his pole-dancer. His final goal of Minister With Eyebrows in the new Scots-led Government of Great Britain had so far eluded him. Short hours after leaving his Slotvian paramoreandmore he walked into the hallowed halls of the Commons to cries of, „hail, Alistair, we’ll follow you anywhere.“ And that was the Opposition!!!!! The effect was similar everywhere he went. Grovelling respect and slavish devotion. And why, because he now had eyebrows, or rather one luxuriant eyebrow stretching fiercely across from one eye to the other. Pete’s moustache had found another position, one that could take it ever upward to the very peaks of power in Merry England and Neighbouring Dependencies. Now the moustache could really make a difference and make ist original owner proud…..or not.