Pics c. MStM
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As yet another dark, wet, coughing breath showing
numbing cold-as-it-gets-without-it-snowing...
.... miserable UK sheep yuletide encroaches and the economy heads in the general direction of malaise and meltdown... and on the very eve of that grand old British sheep shoppers' ( and I did say shoppers
) pick n' mix institution Woolworths - along with Mrs average houseproud town mouse's fave store of trendy beige, MFI - going into administration ( read f***ed, both ), here we have the Credit Crunch BitingTM as never before and announced on the evening newscasts as matter-of-factly as if it's merely a couple of drab little corner shops biting the dust in the remote fastnesses of outer Penge.
So a' flocking to good ol' Woolies the smart Xmas shopper sheep will doubtless be trotting... to eagerly graze those end-of-line stock clearance sale bargains, as the hapless institution faces the humiliation and irony of ironies of being potentially re-branded (ptp) as an "upmarket pound store" after itself having being sold off for a squid !
Bring us the dog heads of those Woolworths management wallies on plates... they couldn't manage the proverbial whelk stall, they couldn't run a bath - or a sheepwash for that matter. Hundreds of high street prime locations, a £47 million bank loan just last year... and they couldn't even break even.
As Derek from Trotters Global Trading Co would say; 'you utter... utter... PLONKERS! '