I have my opinions about the fuel “crisis” and they may well make it here soon, but in the meanwhile here’s a gem from my chum Tom Lennon:
I nip down to Sainsbury’s to
stock up on my bread and milk. There was no bread. There was no milk.
Nothing but middle-class housewives in turmoil: “It’s ridiculous…
ridiculous… there’s no milk, no bread…” I couldn’t keep a straight face
at the sheer Shatneresque melodrama of their cries.
Needless to say, I kept a cool head and found my bread and found my milk.
Ironically enough it was at the local Shell station. Nobody thought of
looking there because they’d run out of petrol yesterday.
You can buy your electricity from British Gas, you know…