Percival Oscar Owen Peter Holden 1st, is my name. I am Bushranger’s essential service.
As you can tell, I have impeccable breeding but the name is a mouthful, so I go by the honorific, POOP Holden. Others just speak of me in disparaging terms, but that is a socialist view of my aristocracy. Let me tell you about…
“N000000! Stop him!” says I, ‘Arry the hairconditioner. “‘E is too windy!”
“Plug his outlet. And his inlet. SHUT HIM UP! Have you seen his follow through? Spare the audience,” says I, Dinghy.
“From my all-round forward view I can tell you, his story should be wiped, maybe twice,” says I, Radar.
“I quite like burying my flukes in stinking mud. I don’t need to listen to Holden’s gasbagging,” says I, Hanchor. I mean Anchor! “Damn you, Hairconditioner, uh Air conditioner!”
Blog Moderator: ”Under threat of wide-scale industrial action from all boat departments, the Holding Tank’s story will not be published.