A QUESTION OF SANITY

I would have brought you this Blog entry ten minutes sooner, but the Ministry of Time said that was illegal under the Deliberately Rushing Your Breakfast embargo, championed by the French in the EU.

So I decided to make it seven and a half minutes late, which accords precisely with the Let Us Tell You How To Do Everything legislation being rushed through Parliament now. By the Ministry of Everything, of course.

All this started when I read about the market stallholder who was fined a hefty sum by her London borough for selling greengroceries in pounds and ounces, instead of the EU’s metric measurements. The EU top dog admitted they hadn’t intended that anyone should be prosecuted for such a breach. But the stupid burghers went ahead and did it anyhow.

It was at that point that I decided to make this blog available by the pound. I thought I’d write about eight ounces worth of words a day, generally. More when there are bastards to be castigated. Like today.

Then I learnt about the Win A House competition that has been suspended because the Gambling Commission feared the question set by the house owners was too easy. Too easy!? It involved the cost of an adult coarse fishing licence.

Judging by the standard of most TV/newspaper/magazine single-question competitions these days, that's a Mastermind question. To see if enough of my readers agree, I have decided to run my own. Here it is:

Is the first letter of the alphabet:

A.) B
B.) A
C.) C

Send your answer, on a sheet of toilet tissue, to any central or local government department.