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As viewers brace themselves for the new series of the popular BBC programme 'The Repair Shop', complete with mugs of tea, Hob-Nobs and a new pack of Kleenex the BBC is warning them that series 12 is going to have a new look and feel. 'We've spent the last eleven series repairing broken artefacts, using heritage skills and painstaking close up shots of complex, filthy objects being methodically cleaned using an earbud dipped in spit, before dropping the same items in a tub of paraffin when off-camera,' said a BBC spokesman today, adding that the broken artefact was supported by a tear-jerking backstory.


'We think we've effectively repaired all the worthwhile tat,' continued the spokesman, 'and this season we've decided to just ignore it. In the first episode we were planning to renovate a 1990s stapler used by someone's granny before she got Alzheimer's, a broken coat hook from a farmhouse kitchen that was remodelled four years ago and is the the only original part that Wren Kitchens left when they danced out of the new, thoroughly modern kitchen and a broken mug with "best dad in the world" on it. We thought "fuck it", the viewers only want to hear the back-story anyway so we've sacked Jay, Steve, Kirsten and the rest, bought a new stapler from W H Smith, a new mug off eBay and thrown the coat hook in the bin.


'In the second episode we're looking at a broken Britain so we've burned the Brexit Withdrawal legislation, re-established all the EU laws and called a General Election. Well, we did say we were getting rid of all the tat,' he said.




Xi may be the face I can't forget A trace of pleasure or regret May be my treasure or The price I have to pay Xi may be the song that summer sings May be the chill that autumn brings May be a hundred different things Within the measure of a day Xi may be the beauty or the beast May be the famine or the feast May turn each day into a heaven Or a hell Xi may be the mirror of my dream A smile reflected in a stream Xi may not be what he may seem Inside his shell Xi who always seems so happy in a crowd Whose eyes can be so private and so proud No-one’s allowed to see them When they cry Xi may be the love that cannot hope to last May come to me from shadows of the past That I remember 'Till the day I die Xi may be the reason I survive The why and wherefore I’m alive The one I’ll care for Through the rough and rainy years Me, I’ll take his laughter and his tears And make them all my souvenirs For where she goes I’ve got to be The saviour of my life is Xi Xi, Xi (with apologies to the Estates of Herbert Kretzmer & Charles Aznavour)




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