The World of Roy: Shower of Power

by pauland1707

Back in the the day, when we had a Prime Ministeress (recently departed and already but a distant memory) called Mr Margaret Thatched-Cottage OBE, Minister of State for Sobbing Uncontrollably, being a plumber or an electrician was a jolly good thing.  “Why was that?”, we hear an excited young voice holler from the back of the bicycle sheds (sponsored by Norman’s Bicycle Sheds and Welding Requisites of Aberavon – “We understand bicycle sheds and welding requisites in and around Aberavon”).  Well, it’s like this, we used to have lots of people who did plumbing and electricitying for BIG organizations like Councils and Coal Boards and Car Builders and Steel Making thingies and Gas Boards (are they like a Meat Board?) and The Milk Marketing Board and then we had a Prime Ministeress (recently departed and already but a distant memory) called Mr Margaret Thatched-Cottage OBE, Minister of State for Sobbing Uncontrollably, who didn’t like them.

So the Prime Ministeress (recently departed and already but a distant memory) called Mr Margaret Thatched-Cottage OBE, Minister of State for Sobbing Uncontrollably, told everyone “stop working for BIG organizations like Councils and Coal Boards and Car Builders and Steel Making thingies and Gas Boards (are they like a Meat Board?) and The Milk Marketing Board and be your own BIG organisation”.  So they did.  And lots of people called Roy suddenly stopped working for BIG organizations like Councils and Coal Boards and Car Builders and Steel Making thingies and Gas Boards (are they like a Meat Board?) and The Milk Marketing Board and became Roy’s Electrics or Roy’s Plumbing.

Earth shattering stuff, Roy.