Saturday 10 November 2012

Meet the Pangolin Staff!


Like any reputable magazine you care to mention - Harpers & Queen, The Oldie, National Geographic, Hustler - we want you to know who you're dealing with when you send in your subscription moneys (currently 2/6) and write your innermost thoughts to our letters page.

So we've found a picture of the Pangolin staff!

From left to right... Murgatroyd, founder of the Pangolin brand and fine example of manis pholidota.  He is shown here on his lunch break (above) but can often be seen entertaining literary types in the Clerkenwell area when not emitting a noxious-smelling acid from glands near the anus.

Next:  the office window.  Oh dear, it's that twat Percy from the estate agents next door.  Must be fiddling about with our window boxes. Again.  Either that or he's mistaken ours for the window of the lapdancing club.  Again.  And he's dropped his ladder.  Again.

Then, moving swiftly on... we have Melinda, at 72 the youngest member of the Pangolin team.  She has mysterious blonde hair which waves about in the breeze and traps careless insects, but she is best known for waving her long fingers about in the air above keyboards and puzzling at her reflection in the computer screen.  She once managed to type a letter (j, possibly, but it was so long ago we're not sure).

Then it's Uncle Tarquin, who's been at the same desk since before the office block was actually built.  He lives on a staple diet of Dead Sea Rolls, several of which can be seen near his feet.  He does not hold with new-fangled things like typewriters, or, indeed, moveable type and printing presses. He has an impressive collection of quills, mostly gleaned from Sir Peter Viggers' bird table. He also has a pet cormorant called Vernon, who has written several highly prized illuminated manuscripts simply by landing in Uncle Tarquin's ink collection and then rolling around in the bedsheets.

Then we have Julius.  He is permanently legless, but manages rather well for a disembodied torso.  An extremely prolific member of staff, he has been editing a volume entitled 'Who cares about Centipedes?' for at least five years now. His previous works have included 'Wellington Boots for Centipedes' and 'I wonder if Centipedes get Chillblains'.

Our other lovely lady, Miasma (84), has recently informed us that you can write a novel very effectively by looking away from the machine while you type.  She has so far neglected to explain novel... what.... but we live in hope.  So far the results look remarkably like Welsh.

Then, finally... editor, Steve Wuss.  He goes around in a black mac and black hat and terrorises the likes of Prof Anna Prongg and Dr P J Whimbrel into contributing to the Pangolin on a regular basis. He spends so much time absorbing water, by not having the sense to come in out of the rain, that he can supply his own puddles - without the rest of the staff needing to go outdoors.  An example of this altruism can be seen far right.







5 comments:

  1. Thanks you, whomever posted a link to my website/business blog/personal website.

    This has had a remarkable effect on my blog stats, doubling my visitors to well over 12 in the last week alone (although tea towel sales remain slow).

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    1. Why, Leonard, for years I have enhanced my social kudos (apart from by using words like kudos) by sending myself 19 cards on Valentines Day, buying expensive giftwrapped presents for myself and then unwrapping them in the presence of the family, all that.

      If you want to ramp up your own stats, simply sign up to a different browser so you get past the blocking cookie (if any. If not, you should really have a blocking cookie you know, so you don't count yourself) and visit every post on your website/business blog/personal website. Your stats will immediately go through the roof.

      I don't understand why tea towel sales remain slow. If I ever did any washing or drying up, I'd order one myself.

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  2. I notice with concern that none of your staff deals with the countless (2 last year, alone) letters emanating from worthless individuals and wonder whether there would be an opening for an "agony aunt" ? If so, I feel that I would be eminently suited for the position. A bit about myself; I have scaled Mt. Kilimanjaro in twinset & pearls, armed only with my trusty gamp against the elements. I feel that I ought to mention an aversion to whelks at this stage, for that would almost certainly be a shortcoming.
    Yours,
    A. Fothergill (Miss, Spinster)

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  3. Dear Miss Fothergill,
    "Miss" is most apposite. The Pangolin is honoured to have secured the services of Lady Violet Spume with regards to Problems of a Personal Nature. This is clearly visible at the top of this page, you myopic old bat.
    Steve Wuss [editor]

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    1. Dear Ms Wuss,
      Apologies - an oversight or, more specifically, non-sight on my part. Following the incident with the blowtorch, I am settling in well at the Assisted Living Facility kindly found for me by my great great niece (no relation). A well-wisher sends me copies of your annual publication but doubtless the staff thought that Lady Spume's offering could cause distress, as it had been removed.
      A. Fothergill.

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