Negotiations over the 'Socialist Standard subscription as a Christmas gift' continues apace:
'You're kidding me on? I don't believe you. You mean every single article concludes with the same final paragraph? What about the book reviews?'
'I'm going to clean your clock in a minute if you don't tell me a real bedtime story! Ire of the Irate Itinerant doesn't count.
Tell me that one about 'Goldilocks and the Three Bears' again. I love that one. See when you told me Frank McAvennie used to be a top class striker, I knew then it was a fairytale.'
'OK, this blog has now officially jumped the shark. Once you decide to actually get back to real posts rather than falling back on YouTube clips, Weekly Bulletins and unsanctioned pics of me, then you can get back to me. I might - just might - stop pretending to be asleep all the time.
PS - I'm still adamant that I don't want the Socialist Standard in my stocking come Christmas morning. Get me a sub to the New Yorker instead. The cartoons are funnier.'
Hat tip to Auntie Anne for the pics.