Over the next couple of weeks I hope to highlight some of the slightly disappointing Christmas decorations I have encountered.
Today’s example comes from the newsroom of the Liverpool Daily Post and Echo.
If you have any examples of your own, please contact me at my Twitter address @GrahamBandage, and I’ll put it up here. The most disappointing will win a prize. An actual prize.
In the latest of our series of interviews, Graham Bandage talks to Andrew Andrews, a man who went from being a humble market trader to one of the richest men in Britain.
Graham Bandage: Andrew Andrews, you’ve got a shedload of money.
Andrew Andrews: I should say so. Although I must say, I don’t keep my money IN a shed. Banks are safer and more convenient.
GB: It’s a shame, in a way. Imagine having a big load of money in your shed. That’d be ace.
AA: Can we move on?
GB: Yeah, I suppose. How did you make your money?
AA: Have you ever been to one of those German markets?
GB: Oh, yes. There are loads of them. I like them because they sell bread. But it’s not ordinary bread that you’d get from a shop. It’s extra-special bread that costs £10. Also sausages.
AA: That’s right. You can’t move for German markets in our city centres at this time of year. Gluhwein-crazed drunks stabbing each other. Teenagers off their faces on gingerbread. Bits of rope, the lot.
GB: I know you’re very rich and everything, but what’s your point?
AA: So what was happening in Germany?
AA: While all the German traders are over here?
AA: I flew over to Hamburg, and there were loads of Germans wandering around the market squares saying, “Was?” and other German words denoting confusion.
AA: Because there were no stalls. All the German market traders were over in Britain charging £8 for a hot dog. I could see a gap in the market.
GB: Well, just a gap.
GB: There’s no market. Your gap is essentially THE market. You’ve got a market-sized gap in the market.
AA: Anyway, I sent a load of English market traders over to Germany.
GB: How did that go down?
AA: Like a storm.
GB: Did you do the full experience?
AA: Oh yes, tarpaulin, wire coathangers, milk crates, the lot.
GB: That sounds great.
AA: Those Germans just couldn’t get enough of our teatowels and “genuine” Avatar DVDs. And at £47 a pop, who could blame them?
GB: So that’s how you made all your money.
AA: Oh, no, while I was over there I bought a Eurolottery ticket. Won £45m.
GB: Andrew Andrews, thank you.
No, it’s no good. I can’t keep up the frothing certainty and hatred.
I’ll have to try something else to get my blog stats up. I might try niche pornography. Possibly passive-aggressive porn where a lady disports in the nip, but with a disapproving expression.
That will definitely work.
These days I’m shining the light of truth on the Godless/liberal/Marxist/Jewish conspiracy. It’s a right old struggle, let me tell you. Anyway, if there isn’t a big Jewish conspiracy to run the world, why are so many Jews hidden in public life? Answer me that, huh, huh?
Oh, you don’t think there are any hidden Jews in public life? Then let me start at the top.
Number 1: The Pope
He’s definitely Jewish.
- Real name is Joe Ratzinger.
- Often seen reading Old Testament (or ‘Only Testament,’ as he NO DOUBT refers to it in private).
- Wears skull cap in public.
- Papal name is Benedict, often abbreviated to Benny – like Benny Goodman.
- Is circumcised.*
* Awaiting confirmation on this point. All requests to Vatican for proof have been ignored – firming up suspicion that Roman Catholic Church is part of pan-global Jewish conspiracy.
I haven’t had as many people reading this blog over the past few weeks. I reckon it’s because I’m a woolly liberal obsessed by unlikely soup and people saying inappropriate things in cartoon form.
Today, my dear readers, I shall join the ranks of the right-wing conspiracy theory bloggers. That should put my readership right up. More later.