Postman Pat
Well, those who want an example of the corruption of the public service under the government of Tony Blair and Gordon Brown need look no further than the Postman Pat. Ostensibly an innocent character who drives around the sunny northern English town of Greendale with his black-and-white cat, Jess, Pat is in fact a corrupt bureaucrat forever take unproductive cups of tea with Mrs Goggins. (As we never see Mr Goggins, we have to assume that she is divorced, and has contributed to the shocking breakdown of the family under the eye of Prime Minister Blair.)
While Pat's friendliness with the village vicar, and his general commitment to community and the English Way of Life is to be commended, it is clear that not all is well in the British Postal Services. The Tory Party hereby calls for an inquiry into the idle, thriftless activities of Pat, the amount of public funds that go into the making of his cups of tea, and his fraternising with decadent characters such as the unmarried Goggins woman. (We also have concerns that Jess may be eating the British red squirrel, but we'll let that slide for the moment.)
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4 comments:
Er, squirrel, perhaps?
Er, right you are, Nails. Shall have this slight technical issue fixed in a jiffy...
What kind of typist are you? :p
Q. What do you call Postman Pat without a job?
A. Pat.
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