My name’s Stan Trolley – and I’m a Joke-a-holic…
A washed-up clown, caught in a vortex in an extra large Wheeliebin: I seek the Holy Grail of Comedy – only the World’s funniest Joke will finally set me free…

Poor old John Cleese ey?

Acrimonious divorce number three – from the very lovely Alyce Gold-Digger-Burger er, Eichelberger , or wo’eva (actually “Ice-Cold-Burger “ more like – don’t suppose she ever put out much)…

Anyway, divorce number three – and a right old thwack in the old financial nadgers is this one and no mistake…

Cor blimey, guvna’ – leave it aat! A £12 Million settlement – £8 Million of it in cash – a £2 Million Mews House in Holland Park and up London – and a half a share (what?! only ‘arf?) of a Beach House in Santa Barbara, California…OUCH!

No flippin’ wonder comic super-hero John Cleese is reputed to have retreated to the New Forest (probably stark-bollock naked behind a Juniper Bush when you think – as she’s taken the shirt of his flippin’ shirt off his back an’ all, bless ‘im) where he’s currently venting his spleen and in the process of writing a one-man Comedy Show called “My Alyce Faye Divorce Tour”…

Two tickets near the front please!

(And of course speaking of Juniper Bushes and “The Life of Brian” and all that – and of course I do realise it wasn’t actually him behind said bush – he probably wishes he could be in the middle of a peaceful “Vow of Silence” retreat: But of course all that would have gone right out the proverbial window and no mistake – along with a fuck-load of very loud expletives when his Lawyer called with news of the settlement… “She’s fucking got what?! CUUUUUUUUNNNNNNNT!” er, etc…)