Thus imagine her fury at seeing one of her staff 'laying up' the giant faux Tudor fireplace with copies of the latest edition of the £300,000 a year Royal Borer.
|CHEZ LA DAME|
A furious Dame demanded the immediate presence of her major domo, Mr Phelps.
The Dame, being a soft hearted old thing, had given Mr Phelps a job to assuage her guilt for having 'fingered' him for circulating revolting emails to fellow councillors.
"Phelps, why are you allowing staff to use this important council communication for lighting the 'Yuletide Log'?" demanded the Dame.
"Dame, no one ever reads it...though when I was editor it embodied a certain wit and erudition: now it serves no purpose, apart from giving Mr Fizzypatrick of PR and his team something to justify their £500,000 a year running costs".
The Dame was perplexed....why would a cash strapped council spend all this money on a load of old tosh no one reads.....