There was a bit of a storm in my cup of Earl Grey yesterday afternoon.
Someone opened a twitter account just to stalk me!
Oh well, that is the price of celebritydom, I suppose.
It seems they were incensed by the piece I wrote on the King of the Badgers charity, Cosmic Relief.
At first, I thought it must be Beaver Hateman having another pop at me. Now, I suspect that it might have been The King of the Badgers, himself, furious at my disclosing his use of
unpaid interns.I am not keen on the use of interns. Being from humble beginnings, I could not have afforded to work for nothing on leaving University. I had to get on my bicycle (I had managed to buy one by then) and earn a crust. In my first job I was paid two bunches of bananas a week - I ate one and sold the other! My savings soon began to accrue. I used the skins from the eaten bananas to build a most hospitable abode.
When Goodman the cat came to work for me he said "Oh, fantastic, Sir, will I be your intern?"
He loves American hardboiled detective stories, and so loves any American expressions.
"I prefer the expression,
apprentice, Goodman." I replied "You shall learn a trade and receive a roof over your head, three fish a day, and a half a crown a week - show merit and you will go far!"
Goodman was, of course, overwhelmed with gratitude.
I am a firm believer in a meritocracy - for how else could an elephant rise to such dizzying heights?
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