I was depressed by the old green theme so this new cleaner one will suffice for the time being. A suitable image to replace the stock header is next on the agenda so that if blogger annoys me too much I can continue where I left off over here again without too much disruption.
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Each year at Christmas I’m always drawn to the infamous character Ebeneezer Scrooge. I can’t explain why I’m so intrigued by this flawed soul but he is, for me, as much part of the festive period as crackers, presents and trees. It struck me the other day how fascinating it would be to see a TV production of A Christmas Carol with the Reverend William Archibald Spooner taking the role of Scrooge. He stands in shot, the camera zooms in, he turns to face the audience with the TV screen framing his face and utters the immortal line “HAH BUMBUG!”
The Commuter was complaining that he was suffering from a stiff neck on the train journey to work one morning this week; so much so that reading the paper was an impossible task. Instantly spying a business opportunity I suggested a team of mobile masseurs that travel on the commuter trains offering professional neck massages to alleviate the spinal tension of business professionals as they travelled to work in the mornings, and also as they return home in the evening. A small fee of, say, £5 seemed a reasonable return for this vital service.
The Commuter disagreed saying that he’d only pay £2, which would make the whole venture financially unworkable. After arguing over the cost / stress relief benefits for a while he proposed a counter suggestion to a paid for service. What if a company, such as Virgin Trains, were to employ the masseurs directly and offer their services as a perk, an enticement, to their First Class passengers? Then that would truly be a First Class Virgin.
First Class Virgin? That sounds like a long service award, something that should be awarded to someone for services to virginity .. .. .. does Ann Widdicombe count? The Commuter looked across the table, stared me in the eye and told me he thought that Ann Widdicombe was a man, Man Widdicombe if you like.
