Magic carpet
The Neat-O came under threat this week. It was hijacked by a Royal foetus, climate change, more DJs in the limelight for one reason or another, a Roman earring (as worn by whores so that illiterate Saxons of early Norfolkshire could get a flavour of the sort of services on offer) and, not least, a challenge to the raison d’etre of the Neat-O itself. Bearing in mind that, in a few billion years time, this Earth and the entire Milky Way will have disappeared up its own black hole, asking ‘What’s the point of the Neat-O?’ does seem a little churlish.
Back to the here and now. Special mention to Dick Everyman for taking the trouble to work up a pretty good satire on Iran, and thanks to weematt for introducing the useful phrase ‘Neat-O Direct’, or NOD. I liked sigmund’s magic car pet (a unicorn), and dvo4fun’s Geordie man telling his wife she has a ‘magic car, pet’. Another special mention goes to simonjmr for his satirical piece about the Mecca Art Pig entry for the Turner Prize, which again was very good, as was Not Amused’s line about Kate and Wills not adopting the tradition of naming their baby after its place of conception, Shagpile. Thanks also to FlashArry and Beau Jolly for their entertaining crossword clues in the NOD section.
So, to the final judgement. In a very close second place, this week’s runner up is Midfield Diamond with an excellent article about Health & Safety insisting that hand rails be fitted to the make-believe magic carpet in the school panto. But the winner this week, with his magic carpet fitter in a tacks avoidance scheme, is non other than the little rug himself, weematt. Wee, if I may call you that, congratulations and the Neat-O baton is all yours!
