September 22, 2008
I doubt very much that on his days off from presenting Newsnight or writing books about the state of England today you would find Jeremy Paxman moonlighting for a "modest" high street chain in order to bump up his monthly wonga.
And nor will you find me, either.
Shame, then, that the same cannot be said for a fellow journalist of this parish - who shall of course remain nameless - who spent Saturday afternoon just gone parading around the busy shopping area of Lord Street in Liverpool city centre dressed like this (and this is actually him):
Yes, folks, it has finally come to this - the days when scribes are reduced to entertaining scallies in the rain while dressed up like a berk, simultaneously boosting the chances of BhS flogging a few more teddy bears this Christmas while becoming able to afford some paper to wrap around the gifts you can't afford for your loved one.
To add to this dismal if amusing image, get this:
The teddy bear mask had no eye holes in it, so you don't really have to guess what happened when he went back inside the packed store and rode to the top of the elevator...
subville
(as Bertolt Brecht - approximately - said
First the monthly wonga, then the morality! Well, Brecht actually said "Grub first, then ethics." - and 'grub' is something that bear absolutely needs - his protruding belly is an evident symptom of malnutrition 
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