Second hand bargain: A metal teapot

If Mike can’t go to the caff, the caff will go to Mike


During the recession, you’d be wise not to visit the streets after dark. Sobbing businessmen walk past empty boutiques, mountains of battered briefcases grow from once-ignored dustbins, and what’s that putrid stench in the air? It’s the smell of discarded truffle oil and balsamic vinegar seeping into the atmosphere from the sewers. What a cold, near-apocalyptic world. Which is why we go bananas whenever we hear about bargains! Just yesterday, a newly unemployed friend called Mike made his shattered world slightly less perilous and disturbing with the discovery of a familiar teapot. “One of the things I was going to miss most about my job was having breakfast in the caff up the road,” he confessed, welling up, but in a manly way. “It was lovely – sausage, bacon, eggs, all washed down with a mug of splosh from one of those little metal teapots – so the minute I saw it sitting there, I grabbed it.” Okay, spill the beans then Mike, how much for this kindly old friend? “It was two quid!”

Excellent sticking-it-to-the-recession!

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