A rather nice young chap came a knocking on my door last night just as I was about to give Sam his bath. The conversation went a little bit like this...
"Good evening Sir, I'm from Friends of the Earth, have you ever thought of supporting us?"
"Actually I have, but I'm a wee bit busy at the moment to be saving the planet: I have a little boy in need of a bath."
"Who is it Daddy?"
"Just a minute Sam. As you can see I'm a little busy."
"Daddy, who is it?"
"Just a minute Sam."
"Can I take one of your leaflets and deal with this later."
"Who is it Daddy?"
"I could come back on Wednesday, say around the same time."
"Who is it Daddy?"
"This is not an ideal time of the evening to come a knocking. I'll make a decision and deal with it through your website."
"Who is it Daddy?"
"Well you could do that but then you won’t be able to do gift aid."
"Who is it Daddy?"
"Yes I will."
"Who is it Daddy?"
"But…"
"Who is it Daddy?"
"Fek off you beardie tree hugging twit or else you'll be proving just how friendly you are with the earth by spending the rest of eternity in a shallow grave in my back garden with a spade in your skull and your arse sticking out so that I have somewhere to park my bike. I am busy!"
As I closed the door, the telephone rang, it was a recruitment consultant...