It’s your domestic correspondent here – sort of butch Esther Ranzen – to tell you of the latest halfwit to be left in floods of tears at the checkout.
You will recall a couple of weeks ago I told you about some silly tart reduced to tears in a sports shop because the lift wasn’t working?, Well today an even sillier tart who got her knickers in a twist and departed in floods of tears because the supermarket cashier was too fast for her. Step forward, Ms. Fuller:
You can only assume that these daft cows are after financial compensation, else why do they admit to grizzling over such minor matters.
At one time in Britain we were proud of our stiff upper lips – these days the stiff upper lips are engulfed under floods of tears and double chins.
Nominated by: W.C.Boggs



