In memory of what this green and pleasant land once stood for I must tell you about a lone protestor who entered the Spoof office in tears.
He had just attended the funeral of all that he holds dear - liberty of action and freedom of speech - and wanted to have a word with one of our hacks.
I was designated to the task as the World Cup could no longer get a smile from anyone and the cricket team had long since disappeared from view.
'No sport for you!' yelled the Big Controller. I was told to deal with the lone protestor.
I asked him 'Have you anything funny to say?' He replied that he had a funny feeling that he was experiencing a nightmare but wasn't asleep.
I asked him what he meant but he said he was afraid of saying anything as he might be sent to prison and never come out.
I thought our friend might be disturbed but the a passer by entered and took the snivelling protestor away.
He left this note for me to publicise as his last message to mankind but I'm sorry to say it cannot be relayed to you.
