
It is August. In a small town on the South Coast of France, holiday season is in full swing, but it is raining so there is not too much business happening. Everyone is heavily in debt. Luckily, a rich Russian tourist arrives in the foyer of the small local hotel. He asks for a room and puts a Euro100 note on the reception counter, takes a key and goes to inspect the room located up the stairs on the third floor.
The hotel owner takes the banknote in a hurry and rushes to his meat supplier to whom he owes E100. The butcher takes the money and races to his supplier to pay his debt. The wholesaler rushes to the farmer to pay E100 for pigs he purchased some time ago. The farmer triumphantly gives the E100 note to a local prostitute who gave him her services on credit. The prostitute goes quickly to the hotel, as she owed the hotel for her hourly room use to entertain clients.
At that moment, the rich Russian is coming down to reception and > informs the hotel owner that the proposed room is unsatisfactory and takes his E100 back and departs.
There was no profit or income. But everyone no longer has any debt and the small town people look optimistically towards their future.
A solution to the Global Financial Crisis?
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Leak's In Vogue
Seeing how leeks and leaks are in vogue in Malta right now. Here’s a taster of a cartoon in the UK on an absolutely unrelated issue.
Categorized in Uncategorized
From the Great Python Collection on the occasion of Monday Meltdown:
LEAD PIRATE:
Full speed ahead, Mr. Cohen!
CHORUS:
Up, up, up your premium. Up, up, up your premium.
PIRATE:
Scribble away!
CHORUS:
Up, up, up your premium.
PIRATE:
And balance the books.
CHORUS:
Up, up, up your premium.
PIRATE:
Scribble away!
CHORUS:
Up, up, up your premium.
PIRATE:
But manage the books.
CHORUS:
Up, up, up.
PIRATES:
It’s fun to charter an accountant
And sail the wide accountancy,
To find, explore the funds offshore
And skirt the shoals of bankruptcy!
It can be manly in insurance.
We’ll up your premium semi-annually.
It’s all tax deductible.
We’re fairly incorruptible,
We’re sailing on the wide accountancy!
LEAD PIRATE:
Oh, this is fun, Mr. Cohen!
PIRATE:
Sail away!…
CHORUS:
Up, up, up…
LEAD PIRATE:
Fetch me another exotic salute. To port! Bring her port to shell out! And the medium guys shell out to port! Balance the books! Bring me another small shellfish, Mr. Cohen…
accntsh.mp3
Categorized in Satire and The Laughing Lute

Stagnola
(Le Luci della Centrale Elettrica)
Non mi ero pettinato abbastanza per vederti
per non far piangere i tuoi salici piangenti
e ci piscino pure addoso gli angeli
e i conoscenti morti negli incidenti
che non capisci gli incubi dei pesci rossi
e non capisci gli incubi dei pesci rossi
passeresti ancora ore a pettinarmi le vene
parlandomi d’amore e di metadone
in televisione niente di speciale
dal naso colano le sere
corrono verso l’ospedale maggiore
e un pò di carta stagnola per addobbare a festa questa stanza di merda
e chiudi lo schrigno dei tumori,e i tuoi 40 cuori
circondati di marciapiedi di quartieri industriali
e apri lo schrigno dei preservativi troppo costosi
ed i tuoi minuscoli seni
che non capisci gli incubi dei pesci rossi
e non capisci gli incubi dei pesci rossi
e ci piscino pure addoso gli angeli
e i conoscenti morti negli incidenti
e ci piscino pure addoso gli angeli
e i conoscenti morti negli incidenti stradali
e ci piscino pure addoso gli angeli
e i conoscenti morti negli incidenti stradali
e chiudi lo schrigno dei tumori,e i tuoi 40 cuori
circondati di marciapiedi di quartieri industriali
e apri lo schrigno dei preservativi troppo costosi
ed i tuoi minuscoli seni
e chiudi lo schrigno dei tumori,e i tuoi 40 cuori
circondati di marciapiedi di quartieri industriali
e apri lo schrigno dei preservativi troppo costosi
ed i tuoi minuscoli seni
(musica)
Categorized in The Laughing Lute