Second hand bargain: A metal teapot

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

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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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