I came across this drunk man in Westminster, not far from the House of Commons. He kept asking 'Where is he? Whereishe?' I told the Foxy looking fellow I was from the media.
'I had a meeting fixed with whereishe' he told me. I replied that I didn't know Whereishe from Adam, but the foxy chap took a deep breath and explained he had to find Whereishe to get his advise. He went on to explain this man had taken on the unpaid job as his advisor and he couldn't now get advice.
'I have done my bit to fight unemployment' he explained 'it was a charitable thing to do. But no one seems to understand.'
I took this lame foxy individual to the Spoof newsroom as I thought someone there should be able to help. It pains me to say it but the newsroom was empty - just a strange note - 'Gone to meet Whereishe'
I took foxy fellow with me to the place where I knew my reporter colleague was, at the arsenal buying defence weapons to try and stave off several goals.
'There he is!' shouted foxy 'now I feel secure. The nation is defended once more.'