ARCHBISHOP TUTU ALWAYS GOOD FOR A LAUGH

Dear Tammy Guefen,

          So I was right Tammy (see email below) women do always put a damper on our brilliant ideas. I see you got your knickers in a twist about my Jews in a stew over ‘Black Nazi Pig’ letter (Nazi pig)

          You responded by issuing this challenge:
"Now let’s see, Dearjon (touching that), whether you have the guts to publish and leave on this response on you blog. If you are a true democrat and believe in fairness and the right to express an opinion, then you cannot deny others the right."

          What? I come from a long line of Chauvinist Pigs I couldn’t possibly allow you to contradict me on my own blog. It’s just not done you know, especially by a woman.

          Oops! Isn’t there a Gender Police Force in this country? The last thing I want is to be locked up for Christmas. South Africa’s supposed to be a free country but you can’t even be a Chauvinist Pig without getting into trouble. It’s just like Israel where my cousins the Black Nazi Pigs are hounded all over the place. And you are not even safe in a sty, especially on market day. But you would think us pigs wouldn’t have to worry about having their lives cut short in Israel, but the world being what it is today even there they have to watch their tails.

          Welcome to my blog Tammy. You’re in the Comments. I hope you remembered to wear your Wellingtons because it can get a bit mucky in there. Have Fun.

          Below is the email correspondence I had with Archbishop Tutu and his reply. If everybody had his sense of humour we would all stop fighting not only in the Middle East but in the rest of the world.

Subject: Jews in a stew over 'Black Nazi Pig' ...see my blog

Hi Arch

I hope your fantastic sense of humour will extend to the item on my blog (               ) with the above title. As I can’t get any of my books published and most of my letters to the papers I have just started a blog. The idea is to criticise or praise everything in sight and to promote the slogan You can’t be serious. I’m aiming for 10-million hits, hopefully not from the Police, in the first couple of months. My wife says she thinks this is a bit ambitious. But you know what wives are like they always put a damper on our brilliant ideas.

Have fun and best wishes for Xmas and the New Year to you and your family from my wife Gayle and I.

Jon 
Dear Friend,
It's hilarious, barbed and very clever.  Thanks for your piece on the on-going saga of
being anti-Semitic when one points out wrong doings not of the Jewish people but of the Israeli Government.
Love and blessing to you and your Gayle,
arch

Love and Kisses to you Tammy
(My apologies; can’t this be construed as sexual harassment?)    
Curly Wee, Jon

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The Great Absa Credit Card Lotto

Dear Maria Ramos, Chief Executive of Absa Bank,

          Having once worked on the railways perhaps you can get your bank back on track over this one. If my experience is anything to go by every Absa credit card holder who pays his account by debit order has a period of three or four days (It’s as vague as that) in each month when his card is useless.      

 My debit order for everything I owe goes through on the 10^th of the month. The money disappears from my account but it is only reflected on my credit card a few days later.

           So while your bank is happily using my money my card is put on hold and it doesn’t matter if my credit limit is way above the amount I have just paid.

          It’s a scandal which your bank has so far done nothing  to remedy. It’s made worse by the fact that clients only find out about this after having their card declined at a shop. They are never told beforehand. 

          But for those who don't like to gamble that's not the only problem with these cards.

          I’ve had my chip. Ever since you sent me a new card with this super chip in it buying stuff with it is a nightmare. Previously my old card, which was issued in the ox-wagon age, gave me no trouble.

          They put it in the machine, I signed the slip sometimes and on other occasions nobody bothered about this formality. That’s what happens when you’ve got an honest face and good diction.

          The really important aspect was that it worked. I could pay for anything anywhere, provided of course my credit was in good standing which it always was.

           Now that the crooks have once again got a jump ahead you have forced these chips on us. This new wonder of technology not only prevents the bogy men from using my card, but it also keeps me from recklessly running up debt as well. Was that part of the master plan?

           Will it feel like working or is it having one of those days? I am constantly asking myself.

          I travel miles to buy something particular and what happens? My card goes into the machine and out pops a slip saying Please call auth centre at the top and at the bottom in capital letters it issues this warning DO NOT GIVE THE GOODS!   Will the updated ones perhaps say, Do not give the goods to this crook? On another occasion the message at the bottom was, Declined.

          Of course there is no way of telling which permutation has caused the problem when a shop keeper eyes me suspiciously. So with wonder card I still have to carry enough cash for all eventualities just in case I lose in this Absa lotto of yours. 

          Your staff told me that ignorant merchants are to blame for not processing the cards properly. If you want a really ridiculous explanation try, as I did, calling the help line at your card division.

          Having just had my card rejected for R84 at Pennypinchers I stomped into the bank and they got one of those cards at card division on the line. She explained that Pennypinchers needed to increase its authorization limit.

           But when I went back to this hardware store I was told this was the biggest load of bull they had ever heard. If their limit meant they had to get authorization for purchases as low as R84 they would be phoning card division every five minutes.

          So you badly need to issue a more plausible story for the call centre staff to use when all the other Jons come on the line. And how about getting all the merchants up to speed on how to process the thing properly? I would gladly try and teach them but I am now persona non grata everywhere.
          My impeccable reputation for being a fine upstanding citizen of considerable means has been shot to pieces.

          When I had to go into shops I pulled my mask over my face because I fully expect to see posters up around town with my mug on them saying, WANTED FOR CARD FRAUD He’s had his chips.

       Scared I’m now in hiding, heavily sedated and oh! I nearly forgot my wife left me because she says she only married me for my card.

How much money do you think a High Court judge would put on the loss of a reputation as valuable as mine????? 

          Deplorably yours,

            Jon

PS. This could be in the running for the worst of my Bad Service Awards of the month.

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  Hallo Bic? Shouldn’t you rather stick to what you know best and that’s pens. Can you tell me the thinking behind your Big Easy razor? The pack contains a razor with a dummy plastic “blade” in it together with two razor holders with space for eight blades but two of these are empty.

             Then you tell us on the back of the pack that this first, all in one shaver is such a marvelous first that if you want more blades you have to buy another entire pack with a handle you don’t need.

            So if sales go as well as you are no doubt hoping we can expect our planet to be littered with thousands of unwanted plastic handles.

I suppose if they are the right colour you can claim to be Greening the World.

WikiLeak Exclusive

Top Secret – Not for WikiLeak or even One Behind a Bush

Dear Minister of Defence, Lindiwe Sisulu,
          I see people are taking pot shots at you because you can’t keep your Army in order. It’s most unfair because it’s not your fault. You would think President Zuma would have known better than to have appointed you.
          You can’t have a woman in charge of a Defence Force, especially when she hides a vital report from Parliament under her skirt for months on end. Take our dog as an example. He takes absolutely no notice of my wife when he runs off down the road and he’s only a little Maltese.
          South Africa must be the only country in the Universe where army discipline is worse than in our Government schools. And as you know one of the most charming aspects of these seats of learning is the way the teachers compete to see how many of their pupils they can get pregnant. Mind you I think I read something similar about our brave soldiers doing their bit in this regard while on a peace keeping holiday elsewhere in Africa.
          How times have changed. When I was at an all boys’ school (1951-1971) they didn’t stand any nonsense in the Cadet Force I can tell you. They had a Gestapo trained master in charge and when four boys pitched up 10 minutes late for a parade one day he made them run the gauntlet across the shooting range while the two best shots had a crack at them. I can’t bear to think about what happened next. If only you and your easy going, sympathetic ANC Government had been around then those boys would still be alive today. And to think that one of them was a mere five years old.
          I have nightmares about it. I remember our headmaster at assembly next day saying angrily: We don’t produce Victoria Cross winners of the future by having little squirts in our Cadet Force. So let yesterday’s events be a warning to you all. Achtung, now get the Hell out of here.
          In one of those proud British regiments, if you even thought of deserting or starting a union you would have had a hole between your eyes and your family at home would have been officially ostracised. Somebody who was an officer in one of them contributed the following scenario as to what it would have been like for African National Congress trained troops in a trench during the First World waiting to ‘go over the top’.

Company Commander: Right men, follow me!
Sergeant Major: Can’t say ‘men’ sir that’s discriminatory, some of our lads are women!
C: OK. When I say ‘Go’ it’s up these ladders and over the top.
S.M: Sorry sir, Cpl Van der Merwe says the ladders have more than three steps and so we must have handrails or scaffolding before we can proceed, that’s in our South African Constitution, which everybody, especially the Germans over there, say is the best in the world.
C: Who the hell is Cpl Van der Merwe?”
S.M: He’s our shop steward sir, we must listen to him otherwise he’ll call them all out and it’ll be ‘down rifles’.
C: What about that platoon sitting down over there, why aren’t they formed up and ready to go?

S          S.M:They’ve been on duty for almost 40 hours this week already so they must have time off now otherwise they will exceed the maximum hours.

C: Thats a lot of rot, get them to form up now!
S.M: Sorry sir, I’ve already tried and they threatened to go to the union. 
C: All this is wasting time, we are already late for ‘H’ hour, tell the troops to fix bayonets.
S.M: Sorry sir, no bayonets, they were all taken away when the government enforced that law about carrying assegais and similar cultural weapons.
C: I’ve had enough of this bullshit, when I blow my whistle I want everyone to go over the top!
S.M: We’d love to come with you sir but its now 10h00, time for the tea break
          Can you imagine Lady Minister how that Commander must have felt going into a hail of machine gun fire all by himself while all your gutless troops were thinking about was obeying union rules. I know old Van der Merwe has been the butt of a lot of South African jokes but he’s going to be hard pressed to beat the ones that are going to surface about you and your Army. 
          The papers say that you are still trying to get rid of 900 soldiers who staged  a protest march to the Union Buildings last year. Are they on full pay? If not why not because you know perfectly well that every Government employee it entitled to full pay for at least 10 years while they argue their case.
          A judge has now shot down the dismissal notices you issued just after the protest began by ruling these were unconstitutional. Didn’t I tell you that our Constitution was top notch? The SA National Defence Force Union is winning because the judge also said you can’t sack them until the Military Bargaining Council has heard their case. Hopefully we won’t have a war in the meantime.
          According to the Commission’s report that you hung onto for so long they really had nothing to complain about. So I don’t know why you didn’t hand it over sooner.
         

          The moral to the story Lindiwe, my girl is that you can never win a war against a Unionised Army.
          Yours faithfully
         Jon, Retired Field Marshall of the Old School.

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VOTE FOR THE DA. Somebody’s got to put the brake on before South Africa goes over the cliff with the ANC at the wheel.

Civvy Street

. They were also clocking in for only an hour a day with the knowledge of their superior officers. It was just like being back at school.

Labour Court

if they don't get time off now. You may have forgotten that today is Sunday and we are having to pay this lot time and a half now and our Government can't afford that and also pay all those millions into the General's Swiss bank account in case we lose the War.

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Loafing at the Sunday Times

Dear Ray Hartley, Editor of the Sunday Times,
          When I first heard about it I thought there couldn’t be a grain of truth in the story. Somebody must be chaffing. But it was true. To try and boost circulation you were advertised a free loaf of bread with every paper bought. You forgot to include the butter and it was still billed as a Special Offer.          
          Thanks for excluding us loyal subscribers. Are we expected to starve now that you’ve got us on the hook?
           It’s a novel way to boost circulation I’ll give you that. Were you aiming at those A & B income group readers who are now on the breadline? Or were you trying to get the very poor or those union members who are loafing at home on another holiday strike interested in buying that Paper for the People?
           The way prices are escalating a loaf of bread costs almost as much as the R15 for the S. Times. So wouldn’t it be more of an enticement to just cut the price of the paper instead of casting crumbs before the populace (Oops I nearly said ….). That way you could get people to buy the paper instead of their daily bread. As you know apart from being a great read it has all kinds of other uses like getting the fire going and so on. You’re still struggling I see to perfect one that can be eaten and still has some nourishment. 
          I must say it brightens up lives by giving people, particularly the down and outs, something to dream about and get their minds off mundane things like bread.  For instance the Sundays Times Good Times advertisement says you can Enjoy an evening of award-winning brandies for a mere R295 per person. This includes five courses, the brandies and a KWV goodie bag.
          I see readers mustn’t get the idea they can drown their sorrows about living in a tin hut where a shack fire might take it any day because the drinks are for your account after the first few dops that you give away just to get revelers in the right spirit.

          Unfortunately the one big drawback of these Good Times is that, sorry man, you can’t afford to give a free loaf of bread to people when they book.  It’s only when they buy the paper that you sponsor that luxury.
          Yours truly
          That loafer
           Jon

Sex and the Bed and Breakfast

Dear Director of the SA Tourist Board

          Sorry to bother you but I thought it was important that everybody contemplating opening up their home to tourists should receive some Sex and the B&B education before they start.           

          I’m sure everybody would benefit from the experiences my wife and I had. I’m not referring here to wife or husband swopping with the guests, although that might have been fun. Anyway here’s what we learnt from our B&B experience. I can’t say it’s the A to Z of Sex and the B&B but I’m prepared to do more research if you pay for it.         

          As you know B&Bs are a lot more personal than hotels because they are so much smaller. The result is that owners have a pretty good idea of what’s going on in the bedrooms without having to resort to video cameras in the ceiling.

          People who are not in the business may not be aware that a B&B is, to a larger or lesser extent, actually a Bed and you know what, with breakfast on the side. That’s not to suggest the establishments are doing anything improper, it’s just that their guests are doing what comes naturally.

          It’s this birds and the bees thing that can give B&B owners quite a few headaches, so nobody must try running one if they have strict religious principles, or a whole lot of children who they want to protect from this wicked world.

          Holidaymakers often do things that they would never do at home. They known they won’t be called upon to explain their actions. They left that to us as my wife and I found out when our rather staid, architect neighbour called us to the low wall that separated our two properties.

          Pointing to something on the ground on his side he demanded, What’s this? One look and we knew exactly who was to blame.

          But what do you say when you are confronted with a candle sheathed in a condom and a couple of used ones lying next to it? I don’t think he would have been amused had I said, You don’t know half of what your wife gets up to when you’re at work.  So we both pleaded ignorance.

          This was our first insight into the kinky activities of the couple who had occupied one of our rooms for more than a week and had seldom gone out.         

          The reason why we knew they were the culprits was that we had a distinctive candle in the rooms in case of a power failure and their one was missing. The last thing we expected was that our candle would come in handy for a different kind of power failure.

          We wondered if we should get another star to our rating for catering for all eventualities. Not being too familiar with the versatility of the candle my wife and I were mystified. Wasn’t that taking precautions too far by wearing a rubber with it?  

          These days, to be the perfect B&B host, your expertise not only has to extend to providing hearty breakfasts and a pleasant atmosphere, but you also need the skill of a day old chicken sexer.

          The test is when you are confronted with two men or two women, who want a room for the night. In an instant you have to decide…Are they straight or are they lovers? Should you offer them a room with two single beds or one with a double bed?

          Go for the singles and you might offend them by implying that you disagree with their way of life. Then again you could cause yourself even more trouble by putting two macho guys in a room that only has a double bed.

          In this sexual lottery you can’t take anything for granted. You can’t even assume that a male and female couple will want to sleep in the same bed. Fortunately the guesswork is usually taken out of these situations with the couple specifying they want single beds, when that is the case. They leave you to work out their sexual preferences. And when an elderly man arrives with a girl young enough to be his daughter you have to hedge your bets once again.

          I don’t think we’ve quite reached the stage when you can openly ask guests, Double or single? like a barman taking an order for Scotch. But it can’t be far off. In the meantime hosts will have to continue pussy footing around, hoping they don’t make any embarrassing mistakes.

          Don’t get me wrong, I’m not advocating a moral rearmament campaign among B&Bs. You don’t last long running on empty.

          Yours faithfully,

          Jon

PS. I lied when I said we didn’t have cameras in the rooms. Sales of the videos are booming. We’ve restricted them to tourists so as to boost our country’s image overseas.

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Good and Bad Service Awards

Dear Mythical Minister of Good Service
          Do you mind if I assume you are male because I’m biased in that direction. Just because we can’t see you I’m sure that doesn’t mean you are not getting an above the poverty line salary of several millions. But that’s not what I’m really on about.
          I hope you won’t think I’m stealing (sorry if that’s a touchy word in Government circles) your thunder if I start my own GOOD SERVICE AWARDS.  I don’t mind if you join me if your Big Boss Zuma will finally allow you to appear in public.
          Unfortunately good service in South Africa seems to have become a dying art so that’s why it is such a huge surprise and a pleasure to find somebody who actually takes their job seriously enough to realise that without the customer they wouldn’t have bread on the table.
          Why is it that efficiency has come nowhere near the miraculous advances in technology? Not in South Africa at any rate. So many people, particularly in big business and of course in Government where the worst offenders are, have difficulty answering the phone or pressing send on their computer. Others can’t do anything now; it’s always tomorrow and a lot of managers have let their positions go to their head. They pass the buck so nothing every gets done.
          Sadly customers don’t really matter at all to those in Government service. They get paid for whatever they do and we often read that the real rotters get moth-balled for years on a full salary. So your Government’s entire system is geared to rewarding people who are incapably of doing their job. And that more or less accounts for everything.

Anyway here’s my list of

CHAMPIONS OF GOOD SERVICE in no particular order.

·       The girls, tellers, inquiry ladies etc, at the Long Beach Mall Absa Branch (That’s near Fish Hoek in Cape Town). They always have a smile and most importantly they always greet my wife and I by our Names, not our number (more about them later).

·       Then there is Michael Jordaan. Talk about Flash Michael! If you want efficiency he’s the man to contact. I’m not sure if he didn’t invent it. What a brilliant example he sets if only we could all follow it. And what makes his lightning efficiency even more impressive is that he has a lot more to think of than my piddling little problems. You see he just happens to be Michael Jordaan, Chief Executive of First National Bank. He answered the two emails I sent him instantly. I must emphasise that we are not related and he sorted out my problems quickly (more about the one later).

·       RSA Government Retail Savings Bonds. When investing in these I thought I was in another country. I just couldn’t believe how efficient they are. I phoned up and they answered quickly. I didn’t have to hang on for two days only to give up when nobody answered (Isn’t that what happens with Zuma’s gold plated, help line?). I told them how much I was going to invest. I paid the money in and a few hours later I had the confirmation on my computer. It’s brilliant. Why, oh why Mr Minister can't this RSA Bonds expertise be distributed to all other Government departments? But I suppose you guys are only good at spreading the bad stuff like Aids.

·       Alderman Felicity Purchase. A Great lady who has held the Cape Town City Council together for years. She always answers emails promptly and gets some action. If she’s an example of a typical Democratic Alliance councillor that’s the party to vote for in the next municipal elections. Sadly she’s about to retire after ….years of serving the citizens of the Mother City. Let’s hope the DA has a replacement, who can live up to her extraordinary standard.

Next comes the

SELFLESS VOLUNTEER AWARDS.

·       My neighbour, Peter Cooper. Without him 40 old people living in Fishoek in Cape Town’s deep South would starve. He’s the driving force for Meals on Wheels that ensures that these people get a hearty meal delivered to their homes three times a week. Not only does he do most of the organising but he can be seen doing deliveries as well on a lot of days.

                                 The last ones are my

BOTTOM OF THE CLASS FAILURES.

·       Kuseni Dlamini, Managing Director of Old Mutual. I sent him an email to his personal email address on 21 October about my wife’s policy. On 27 October another one went off saying, Could I please have a reply? After speaking to his PA on the phone she told me to send the enquiry to her and this I did on 1 November. She then got somebody well down the line to phone me. On 7 November I sent another email to Dlamini saying, I think it’s appalling that as head of Old Mutual you can’t even be bothered to answer an email sent directly to you. That got a response when he phoned me full of apologies, but the damage was done. He should attend the night classes Michael Jordaan gives on service excellence.

·       Martin Fillis, the manager of the inappropriately named Ubuntu Muncipality.  He was another person who did not answer repeated emails to his personal email address. And even when I got hold of his direct telephone number I could never contact the man. In fact I was never able to get a reaction from him over my efforts to stop Ubuntu from giving me final warnings to pay a traffic fine I had already paid. He’s another candidate for Jordaan’s classes if anybody can locate him (more about Ubuntu later).       

As you can see some of the categories are rather empty but I’m sure I will be able to fill them up as the idea takes off. If you know of any deserving cases please let me know.
          Yours faithfully,
          Jon, Service Watch Dog & Batchelor of Good Causes.
P.S. My wife has just reminded me that she should have been included here because she has spent almost a century of selfless, slavery looking after me.     

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What code of Conduct

Dear Phylicia Oppelt, Editor of The Times,
             I said to my wife today that your paper is a great read now and she replied, It’s probably because its run by a woman. As I’m not a chauvinistic pig I have to reluctantly agree that my wife may possibly be right. But it’s a big may though? And if she is right it will be the first time this century.
          But while your paper could be the bargain of the decade at R2 and a five day a week freebie for Sunday Times subscribers, it’s an aspect of freebies that does concern me as the Poor Man’s Press Ombudsman.
           I look out for things that are too piffling for the South African Press Ombudsman, Joe Thloloe to worry about. Although with the ANC breathing down your necks threatening all kinds of terrible things against the Press I would have thought Joe would be looking out for transgressions everywhere so I wouldn’t have to do it.
          The other day virtually the entire page was taken up with a glowing puff about the Marlin Lodge in Mozambique’s Benguerra Island and Federal Airlines.
          It was written by Shanthini Naidoo, your deputy features editor of this Avusa Group paper. And it began There are a few good reasons to blow the budget. One of them, for a recently-wed like me, is to relive your honeymoon. The Lodge has 17 suites with rates starting from R3 000 per person sharing. Not the kind of place the Poor Man’s Ombudsman can afford to stay in unless he got a job with you guys.
          That was in October and the article concluded with this rider Naidoo was a guest of Mantis Collections’ Marlin Lodge and Federal Airlines.
          Then in late November it was Andrea Nagel’s turn to languish in luxury so she could report on the Lions Sands game reserve in your BLOW THE BUDGET section. That’s some place by the sound of it. This private game reserve bordering the Kruger Park is the haunt, Nagel told us, of the very rich and famous. People like George Michael, Microsoft’s co-founder, Paul Allen and singer Vanessa Williams are just some of the names she dropped.
          Surprise, surprise people also go there to see wild animals, like the Big Five.
          The most romantic feature Nagel revealed was the private bush tree house at the top of a majestic 500-year-old Leadwood tree open on all sides to the plains and the wild animals that inhabit them. And though every moment of my weekend at Lions Sands was memorable, I’ll make sure that next time I sign up for the tree-house experience. Oh! and there will be a next time.  Even on a journalist’s miserable salary?

·       Nagel was a guest of Lions Sands we were told at the bottom.

          And in the sports section a week or so later a report on the Springboks’ tour of Britain by the rugby writer had a similar thought provoker. Simnikiwe Xabanisa is on the Springboks Grand Slam tour courtesy of British Airways.
           As the headline on Nagel’s article said, There’s no beating about the bush, so I won’t either. Does this mean Phylicia that The Times paid for these trips or did the journalists get them free?
            Avusa’s code of conduct you will recall proudly proclaims: We do not accept anything for free. We pay our way. We do not accept gifts, freebies, inducements, special offer tickets and so on that are not available to us as ordinary citizens.
          Well I’m an ordinary citizen, very ordinary my ex-wife would no doubt have told you, and I haven’t received an invite lately from Mala Mala game reserve (Approximately R4 000 to R6 000 a night sharing although they only talk in US dollars). And nor has South Africa Airways got around to inviting my wife and I to be their guests on a flight to Australia when they know perfectly well we have a daughter there.
          If these were free trips your paper was talking about, what’s the point in being so coy about them with these bits in italics at the end? Regarding the rugby one, is the rider the pay back advert for British Airways and in the case of the Naidoo and Nagel articles was it to tell us that, in the circumstances, we could hardly expect a critical assessment of the places where they stayed or the airline mentioned?

          EINA! In the Sunday Times of November 28 a prominent column on Page 4 ended with another of these what’s-going-on riders. It said, Makhanya visited Argentina courtesy of that country’s South African embassy.
          Did that mean us tax payers paid? If so nobody asked for my permission. Or was it the Argentinians who had the pleasure?
          You know who this is? It’s none other than Mondli Makhanya, former Editor in Chief of the Sunday Times and now the big shot of them all, the Editor in Chief of Avusa Media’s entire newspaper empire.
          What’s that the Press is always telling us; If you’re in the public eye don’t make a spectacle of yourself.
          Yours watchfully,
          Jon, the Poor Man’s Press Ombudsman.

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