It brings a tear to my eye and a lump to my throat to announce that during a very solemn and important ceremony this afternoon Mr T. Ern will be handed the keys to the downstairs broom cupboard. The implications of this are awe inspiring and somewhat humbling.
Mr Ern was born in a skip in South East London with nothing but congealed paint and an old foam mattress for food. He was rescued by a slightly inebriated prostitute and later brought up and educated by a small team of Polish cleaning ladies.
These brave and beautiful people have inspired and shaped young Ern into the formidable tea brewing empressario that he is today. Coupled with these natural gifts and a genuinely enduring personality he finally has control of his own Vileda supermop.
Congratulations Mr T. Ern
Colonel Reginald Fotherington-Blogworthy II CEO, MD, ARSE
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*sniff* …my hero.