‘Woe are we’ he cries. ‘We are cursed, doomed. We are to be cast aside like hapless harlots. Spat upon by those that disown us. We will be drained of our precious royal blood'.
He has a different campaign each week. Sometimes environmental things like smoking chimneys, others matters religious. He blasts anything that offends him.
‘Hear me my friends, heed my warnings. Soon we will be holding out our begging bowls to those we once considered our family. We will forever more be blighted. We will fall from strength to weakness’
‘He does go on doesn’t he?’ chuckled my mate. ‘Anyone would think we’re all off to hell in a hand-cart not just leaving Europe!’
This week's words at Sunday's Whirligig are wander, weakness, woe, cry, curse, chimney, hear, hapless, harlots and blasts.