Why, oh why?

Tottered off to Shelley Garden Centre to blip some beige and pastel people having flapjacks and weak tea this morning. But first I encountered the gnome department where my heart sank. Normally I can cope with tat, but this lot really got up my nose. Then, I read about the resurgence of the humble gnome and a new animated film 'Gnomeo and Juliet'. Well, my rant knew no limits.

Why oh why do we tolerate such utter garbage? Haven't we got enough to fret about with the country being shafted by a cabal of public schoolboys. Maybe a choice letter could get them to put a tax on garden gnomes. That'd kill two twee little birds with one ornamental millstone.