A Funny Thing Happened On The Way Down To The Boe

[Guest DissipatedYouthIsValuable]

Me and the missus like to get togged up nicely of a weekend and take a wander around the city. We like to look at empty buildings, so this morning we took a little stroll down to the Bank of England to see who could get the best echo out of the vaults.

As we got closer, a bloke, all done up nice, asked me if I was a banker, as I had me pinstripes on.

We like a good laugh, so we said, "Yes!"

He asked us if we had any bits of paper we were making losses on, I said, "Loads mate...." and looked a bit forlorn like.

So he said, "Give us the bits of paper and I'll give you a few quid."

Not being one to pass up a chance on getting a few free quid out of the mentally ill, I gave him my mortgage agreement.

"That'll do nicely, son", he said, and gave me a load of quantitatively eased fresh new money.

"What do I owe you for this then?", I asked.

"A shade over ******all", he said.

"Seems pretty good..."

"But you can only spend it if you sell it on to someone who isn't in banking, just keep the interest."

"I can't give it away to one of them poor bastards wiv nuffink?", I asked, a bit incredulous like.

There were a couple of starving little scamps who looked like they could do with a good meal, hanging about.

"No, no, that's why you get to keep your bonus, salary and pension from the previous robbing, a little something for keeping schtum.", he winked.

"Thanks, me old mate, ******ing blindin', good little number. Cheers. What happens if I give it to some **** who can't afford to pay it back?"

"Don't worry about that, we'll give you another bundle and nick all their shit."

And we went on our merry way.

Funny old World.

We got some bloody big echoes from that Bank of England building, must be the sound waves bouncing off of all that gold.

Edited March 7, 2009 by DissipatedYouthIsValuable

[Injin]

Me and the missus like to get togged up nicely of a weekend and take a wander around the city. We like to look at empty buildings, so this morning we took a little stroll down to the Bank of England to see who could get the best echo out of the vaults.

As we got closer, a bloke, all done up nice, asked me if I was a banker, as I had me pinstripes on.

We like a good laugh, so we said, "Yes!"

He asked us if we had any bits of paper we were making losses on, I said, "Loads mate...." and looked a bit forlorn like.

So he said, "Give us the bits of paper and I'll give you a few quid."

Not being one to pass up a chance on getting a few free quid out of the mentally ill, I gave him my mortgage agreement.

"That'll do nicely, son", he said, and gave me a load of quantitatively eased fresh new money.

"What do I owe you for this then?", I asked.

"A shade over ******all", he said.

"Seems pretty good..."

"But you can only spend it if you sell it on to someone who isn't in banking, just keep the interest."

"I can't give it away to one of them poor bastards wiv nuffink?", I asked, a bit incredulous like.

There were a couple of starving little scamps who looked like they could do with a good meal, hanging about.

"No, no, that's why you get to keep your bonus, salary and pension from the previous robbing, a little something for keeping schtum.", he winked.

"Thanks, me old mate, ******ing blindin', good little number. Cheers. What happens if I give to some **** who can't afford to pay it back?"

"Don't worry about that, we'll give you another bundle."

And we went on our merry way.

Funny old World.

We got some bloody big echoes from that Bank of England building, must be the sound waves bouncing off of all that gold.

[Guest DissipatedYouthIsValuable]

They set 'em up, I just play with it.

[Guest Daddy Bear]

Excellent - you have summed it up in a nutshell

[RajD]

Me and the missus like to get togged up nicely of a weekend and take a wander around the city. We like to look at empty buildings, so this morning we took a little stroll down to the Bank of England to see who could get the best echo out of the vaults.

As we got closer, a bloke, all done up nice, asked me if I was a banker, as I had me pinstripes on.

We like a good laugh, so we said, "Yes!"

He asked us if we had any bits of paper we were making losses on, I said, "Loads mate...." and looked a bit forlorn like.

So he said, "Give us the bits of paper and I'll give you a few quid."

Not being one to pass up a chance on getting a few free quid out of the mentally ill, I gave him my mortgage agreement.

"That'll do nicely, son", he said, and gave me a load of quantitatively eased fresh new money.

"What do I owe you for this then?", I asked.

"A shade over ******all", he said.

"Seems pretty good..."

"But you can only spend it if you sell it on to someone who isn't in banking, just keep the interest."

"I can't give it away to one of them poor bastards wiv nuffink?", I asked, a bit incredulous like.

There were a couple of starving little scamps who looked like they could do with a good meal, hanging about.

"No, no, that's why you get to keep your bonus, salary and pension from the previous robbing, a little something for keeping schtum.", he winked.

"Thanks, me old mate, ******ing blindin', good little number. Cheers. What happens if I give to some **** who can't afford to pay it back?"

"Don't worry about that, we'll give you another bundle."

And we went on our merry way.

Funny old World.

We got some bloody big echoes from that Bank of England building, must be the sound waves bouncing off of all that gold.

Most eloquent and concise explanation of quantitative easing to date

[Errol]

Me and the missus like to get togged up nicely of a weekend and take a wander around the city. We like to look at empty buildings, so this morning we took a little stroll down to the Bank of England to see who could get the best echo out of the vaults.

As we got closer, a bloke, all done up nice, asked me if I was a banker, as I had me pinstripes on.

We like a good laugh, so we said, "Yes!"

He asked us if we had any bits of paper we were making losses on, I said, "Loads mate...." and looked a bit forlorn like.

So he said, "Give us the bits of paper and I'll give you a few quid."

Not being one to pass up a chance on getting a few free quid out of the mentally ill, I gave him my mortgage agreement.

"That'll do nicely, son", he said, and gave me a load of quantitatively eased fresh new money.

"What do I owe you for this then?", I asked.

"A shade over ******all", he said.

"Seems pretty good..."

"But you can only spend it if you sell it on to someone who isn't in banking, just keep the interest."

"I can't give it away to one of them poor bastards wiv nuffink?", I asked, a bit incredulous like.

There were a couple of starving little scamps who looked like they could do with a good meal, hanging about.

"No, no, that's why you get to keep your bonus, salary and pension from the previous robbing, a little something for keeping schtum.", he winked.

"Thanks, me old mate, ******ing blindin', good little number. Cheers. What happens if I give to some **** who can't afford to pay it back?"

"Don't worry about that, we'll give you another bundle."

And we went on our merry way.

Funny old World.

We got some bloody big echoes from that Bank of England building, must be the sound waves bouncing off of all that gold.

Nice!!

[grumpy-old-man-returns]

Me and the missus like to get togged up nicely of a weekend and take a wander around the city. We like to look at empty buildings, so this morning we took a little stroll down to the Bank of England to see who could get the best echo out of the vaults.

As we got closer, a bloke, all done up nice, asked me if I was a banker, as I had me pinstripes on.

We like a good laugh, so we said, "Yes!"

He asked us if we had any bits of paper we were making losses on, I said, "Loads mate...." and looked a bit forlorn like.

So he said, "Give us the bits of paper and I'll give you a few quid."

Not being one to pass up a chance on getting a few free quid out of the mentally ill, I gave him my mortgage agreement.

"That'll do nicely, son", he said, and gave me a load of quantitatively eased fresh new money.

"What do I owe you for this then?", I asked.

"A shade over ******all", he said.

"Seems pretty good..."

"But you can only spend it if you sell it on to someone who isn't in banking, just keep the interest."

"I can't give it away to one of them poor bastards wiv nuffink?", I asked, a bit incredulous like.

There were a couple of starving little scamps who looked like they could do with a good meal, hanging about.

"No, no, that's why you get to keep your bonus, salary and pension from the previous robbing, a little something for keeping schtum.", he winked.

"Thanks, me old mate, ******ing blindin', good little number. Cheers. What happens if I give to some **** who can't afford to pay it back?"

"Don't worry about that, we'll give you another bundle and nick all their shit."

And we went on our merry way.

Funny old World.

We got some bloody big echoes from that Bank of England building, must be the sound waves bouncing off of all that gold.

ah, a nice saturday morning chuckle over me cornflakes.

[Guest DissipatedYouthIsValuable]

I'm sure there must be some inaccuracies there somewhere?

Isn't the BoE giving everyone free "imaginary petrol"?

[Radge]

Tick VG!

[Hip to be bear]

Nicely observed!!!

Watch out...the Mash will knick it and print it as their own

[Guest DissipatedYouthIsValuable]

Nicely observed!!!

Watch out...the Mash will knick it and print it as their own

I'd be delighted.

[Guest DissipatedYouthIsValuable]

And that is the story of how you, little children, came to be sitting here in this outdoor classroom wearing rags and eating nettles.

[grumpy-old-man-returns]

And that is the story of how you, little children, came to be sitting here in this outdoor classroom wearing rags and eating nettles.

& that's just in the South.

How bad will it get in the North....

[Guest DissipatedYouthIsValuable]

& that's just in the South.

How bad will it get in the North....

Globalisation was designed with global debt slavery in mind.

[piece of paper]

& that's just in the South.

How bad will it get in the North....

It'll be OK. The number of policies being announced at the moment should crystalise to a civil service some 30 million strong.

Should Scotland obtain independence it will have the civil service and old Ben MacTavish in Arbroath.

p-o-p

[Timm]

I'm sure there must be some inaccuracies there somewhere?

Isn't the BoE giving everyone free "imaginary petrol"?

Err, wouldn't the "few quid" have been paid to the holder of your mortgage, rather than to you?

(Just asking like)

[BXLONDONMAN]

Globalisation was designed with global debt slavery in mind.

bump !!!

spot on.

[Guest DissipatedYouthIsValuable]

I'm just bumping this because I haven't received a rosette for creative writing yet.

[Y-QUERK]