Good Day my fine friends well I ask you to arrest your excitement upon casting a glance to this picture of an assumed luminary from days of yore as I sense all was not as is apparent and hold a honest belief that the cad was no more than a Charlatan. 

I had chanced upon the potential said cad  whilst partaking in my daily constitutional and overwhelmingly sensed a familiarity therefore decided best not ignore the chap lest he be a friend of my fine family or an entertainer type I had once collaborated with and never harboured a thought of since due to his lessor status, whatever,  I did not wish to court a bandying of aspersions amok the media of my luminary aloofness.

His elusive nom de fame was playing a merry old tantalising jig on the tip of me ready to ramble tongue when Eureka it struck me,  why! I do declare you’re Floogle, Beagle, Boogle, Bongo, Bumbo of that smashing effervescent barmy bubblegum combo of the topsy turvy realm of the iconic Nana Splits from days of yore.  Phew!     I hadn’t quite deduced which one,  Well I excitedly ventured "Why such misery my friend, I would say, buck up you had your 15 minutes, be glad, be grateful and be-gone to let others be copping a chance of coveted limelights but I have heard there is a stonker of a bonkers Banana renaissance abound so why are your cheery comedy chops frozzen with melancholy effect.  Come on old bean stop your messing with my mind and parley please.   Ha I know tis botox your riddled with toxins to regain a long gone youth and inside your chuckling like a contestant in a competitive clown fest hankering for a winners trinket

Why next you'll be gadding about a questionable-and-at-best-definitely-has-been-celebrity riddled thicket of feral beast type terrain or demeaning your once luminary self in some voyeuristic habitat or adopting underprivileged bambinos from barren lands or, dare I visualise, socialising without your undergarments, all to maintain your Hollywood glitz .

Oh begging your pardon fine Sir, I have just been enlightened to the fact that I might have made a faux pas you are your eminence, non the less, than one of the comedy genii the brethren Marx   ‘ well come on you barmy bounder crack me a gag,  bring about a chortle, why I demand tomfoolery or I will declare a suspicion of spurious shenanigans. 

Well not a glimmer of a grimace was evident and I felt,but curbed, the desire to grasp the sides of his stonied mouth and stretch it into a grin of extreme width but had a niggling thought that such a fondle upon the face of another might be inappropriate

So I merely stated why I thank the good Lord my fine old mom is not here with me on this most disillusioned day as she’s a bit of a bounder when chancing upon favoured Luminary types and would have firmly planted an affectionate but apparantly non deserved kiss upon your uppity mouth, why! tis most fortunate her absence, most fortunate indeed, why I shudder to think of how narrowly she has escape an unpleasant occurence.

Not one utterance was made and so I, in I admit a petulant state, did inform him his oral hygiene was sorely lacking, suggested an extremely effective candy of minty flavour for the specific purpose and without further ado departed, deflated, defeated and most definitely as aforementioned, disillusioned.