3rd June 2025
But of course, dearest readers…
It appears our once “esteemed” Sports Minister has indulged in more games than one, and not the kind that win medals, I daresay. Word in the court whispers of an unfortunate knockout: 20 years, joined most romantically by none other than the Sathosa Chairman, sentenced to 25. Their crime? A most peculiar importation of Carrom and checkers boards, costing the Island millions. Alas, one cannot simply “slip” past the rules of checkers as easily as they once sidestepped duty.
A scandalous match indeed and one that has us all exclaiming: See you in 20-25.
Still, with the glorious unpredictability of our nation’s judicial theatre, where curtains rise and fall at the oddest times, one wonders: could Mahinda…nanda find himself President come morning? Stranger things have happened. And speaking of winds, a most blustery affair had one society darling nearly swept away—no visa required! The gust was so fearsome, even the Uber driver refused to leave until he saw her safely from gate to doorstep. Now that is devotion.
Meanwhile, in the realm of music, Miss Taylor Swift reclaimed her crown on May 30th, securing full ownership of her melodies. As for Mr. Scooter Braun? Just five words: “I’m happy for her.”
How touching. Who knew leeches could feel?
One might even recall a certain Moonman, a certain microphone, and a certain moment when Miss Swift made Ye famous.
Scooter, darling you were the problem. And dare I say, you remain so. As the ever perceptive @Momisblog quipped: “You should keep yourself far away from her, sir. You’ve done enough already.” Hear, hear.
And just when you thought the waters couldn’t get murkier enter Miss Sydney Sweeney, reportedly selling her used bathwater. Yes, dear reader, her actual bathwater. Some claim it’s empowerment; others cry exploitation. @jen_23 weighed in: “She loves her fanbase that oversexualizes her and feeds them fuel… feeding them allows those men and others to be comfortable to continue to see women as objects.”
A fair point, Karen. But what if this is the only way to get your husband to bathe? is it not… charity?
As for Love Island—Season 7 is nearly upon us. I must say, Pink Shorts is already serving Rob doppelgänger realness. Let us pray they don’t attempt to resurrect the trauma of Season 6. We have only just recovered.
Until the next scandal,
Yours in moonlight and mischief,
The Writer.
