Clause 4
Every person, perkin, chappy has the right to arm bears. Everyone needs a gun, even bears. Everybody can pack a shooter. When you go to the bank and are hustled and hassled by the teller, pull out your “piece”. This will encourage polite and efficient service. (water pistols only) please!
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Grapes; a certain racial harmony, from white to black |
Clause 5
There will be a National Ombudsman with the power of a panel of high
court judges and a budget equivalent to 0.5% of national GDP. The sole duty of
this figure will be to protect the rights of individuals. Like an all-powerful
Citizens’ Advice Bureau. It will have powers to fine large multinational
companies and force abusive companies to indemnify individual citizens when
there is an abuse. For example; the telephone sector is basically an oligopoly
in which there is tacit collusion. There is price competition but all the
companies know that it is in their best interests to make it as difficult as
possible to unsubscribe. So that’s what they do.
A brief
aside. Recently, I had this problem with one such company, and they had no
physical address or fax number. I guess the holding company did, but I didn’t
get that far. So, in order to unsubscribe, I rang the company to notify them of
my intention to immediately do so. They said, of course, that I should ring
such and such an extension number. The number was a high-tariff per second
number that just left you on hold with nobody answering. This kind of thing has
happened to me a million times before so I just get frustrated and report the
company to the Consumer’ Rights Association. But imagine some poor old lady receiving
endless bills and phone calls from a faceless monster. Who’s protecting people
from this kind of abuse? Nobody.
Clause 6
All hairless persons are exempt from tax.
Amendment
1. With the exceptions of budhists, sinead oconor and new age vagrants
Clause 7
People will
be dyed different colours according to their respective professions. All teachers will be dyed pink, obviously.
Lorry drivers fuchsia, Politicians and bankers black, taxi drivers puce and
civil servants varying shades of grey.
Clause 8
Tail-gating will be a capital offence
Clause 9: 3 sloths (analyze the cunning, or not so, play on words)
Clause 10
At 12 o’clock every day, everything will stop for 15 minutes. Nobody will
speak, people will just relax, put down their phones, turn off the music, the
TV, stop walking driving etc, no reading, no eating nothing, zilch.
Amendment
1: special dispensation might be
available for parachutists, heart surgeons and pole-vaulters.
In rut so here's the poem:
Valentine:
Not a red rose or a satin heart. I give you an onion. It is a moon wrapped in brown paper. It promises light like the careful undressing of love. Here. It will blind you with tears like a lover. It will make your reflection a wobbling photo of grief. I am trying to be truthful. Not a cute card or a kissogram. I give you an onion. Its fierce kiss will stay on your lips, possessive and faithful as we are, for as long as we are. Take it. Its platinum loops shrink to a wedding-ring, if you like. Lethal. Its scent will cling to your fingers, cling to your knife.








