And I know it was a very popular topic, but here's my version of Postman Pat.
Dan
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PRIVATISED PAT
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JUSTIN:
Everyone's favourite spam provider, Royal Mail, will be privatised in the coming weeks. A move no doubt resulting in them being renamed The Republican Mail. We at Newsjack take a peek into what life will be like under new ownership.
GRAMSOSTMAN PAT THEME
NARRATOR:
It's sunny in Greendale, and Postman Pat is delivering letters for the newly-privatised Royal Mail.
F/XOOR OPENS
MRS NICE:
Oh, hello, Pat.
NARRATOR:
But Pat has a new realistic view of being a postman.
PAT:
Here's your mail, old lady.
MRS NICE:
Erm. Please forgive me being a little bit rude, but the letters you delivered were a tad... scrunched, bent and torn when they were pushed through the letterbox.
NARRATOR:
But Pat doesn't take too kindly to Mrs Nicely-Nice's tone.
PAT:
And?
MRS NICE:
They used to be pristine.
NARRATOR:
Says Mrs Nicely-Nice, politely.
MRS NICE (CT'D):
Or at least unopened. (BEAT) And turn up before 4:30pm.
NARRAOTR:
Pat answers using his new, employer-provided, Pragmatism Training.
PAT:
Look, love, are you a Royal Mail shareholder?
MRS NICE:
Well, er... no but--
PAT:
Then I don't care what you think. Just take your bloomin' mail.
NARRATOR:
Mrs Nicely-Nice voices her concerns.
MRS NICE:
You used to be so considerate.
NARRATOR:
But Pat is about to give her a lesson in the real world politics.
PAT:
'Considerate' doesn't get me a bonus, sweetheart. It gets me a bollocking for not delivering. I'm getting much more done now I don't have to fanny around remembering everyone's names. Come on! I've got to get moving!
NARRATOR:
Mrs Nice reminisces about the golden age of the Post Office. (BEAT) Last week.
MRS NICE:
You had that nice cat--
PAT:
Redeployed.
MRS NICE:
To where?
PAT:
I had him put down. Kept pooing in the van. Still, more room for mail now! Look, I've got to keep my stats up or my dividends won't pay anything. I haven't got time for this! Here's your mail.
F/XHOVES LETTERS INTO MRS NICE'S MOUTH
MRS NICE:
Wha--ummmmUMMMHHMM!
PAT:
It's all junk anyway. More revenue for me!
NARRATOR:
And with that, Pat closed the door to his van and continues on his round.
F/XAT RUNS TO VAN. VAN DOOR CLOSES. REVS UP AND TEARS OFF THROUGH GREENDALE BEEPING HORN WITH TYRES SQUEALING
PASSER-BY:
Oh!
PAT:
Gerrout the way! Idiot!
F/X:CRASH
PAT:
Urrrrrrrrghhhh....
END