Arthur - Calling For Help

It appears our concerns about the Odour Challenged Tramp were warranted ...


Marine Boy & RMP Bloke have just informed Artillery Bloke and myself that Arthur DID actually have a transmitter after all, and despite his well known ineptitude with anything technical, it appears that he may have actually sent a message of help to his best friend ! (well, 'acquaintance' would be more accurate ... as in he has some dodgy pictures of the bloke and is using bribery and extortion to get rescued!)


We thought we'd confiscated everything and blown up the obvious cavity with which he normally communicates, as no-one can understand a fucking thing that comes out of his mouth!


It appears we were mistaken!


Worryingly though, we believe that the senile old tosser's message actually may have reached his intended recipient ... and as a consequence, as soon as I have finished inaugurating the latest Butler intake, and Artillery gets back from the Puppy Convention, we will be increasing security around the doddering old git to ensure he can't escape - or be rescued.


Unfortunately, a civil rights 'rapist from Yorkshire has subpoenaed RMP Bloke for a recording of the transmission under the Freedom Of Information Act.


Bloody Do-Gooders !