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Ken Weaver 1987
By my reckoning it's only ten more sleeps to Christmas Day. The weekly load of junk mail in our letterbox seems to be easing off in size. So many retailers want to sell us stuff we don't want or need. This includes the buzzy gadgets called drones. I hope no one decides to give me one of them, I'm already a bit of a drone myself. Actually I'd like to have won the ten million dollars that was up for grabs last night, but when Jill checked the results it had been won by someone else. Had I been lucky I would have bought a new washing machine for one of my sons Ken (see flashback photo) whom had his mysteriously cark it yesterday. It will be no good nipping into the Masters store to buy a new one Ken. The doors of that huge retailing experiment have closed for the last time and the workers laid off just in time for Christmas.
Ken Weaver 1987
By my reckoning it's only ten more sleeps to Christmas Day. The weekly load of junk mail in our letterbox seems to be easing off in size. So many retailers want to sell us stuff we don't want or need. This includes the buzzy gadgets called drones. I hope no one decides to give me one of them, I'm already a bit of a drone myself. Actually I'd like to have won the ten million dollars that was up for grabs last night, but when Jill checked the results it had been won by someone else. Had I been lucky I would have bought a new washing machine for one of my sons Ken (see flashback photo) whom had his mysteriously cark it yesterday. It will be no good nipping into the Masters store to buy a new one Ken. The doors of that huge retailing experiment have closed for the last time and the workers laid off just in time for Christmas.