The Little Vegetarian Shoemaker of Barking.
Once upon a time in the ancient township and baliwick of Barking Magna lived a little vegetarian shoemaker. Each day he would sit all day long in his workshop making vegetarian shoes. He was immensely pruod of being the best vegetarian shoemaker in Barking. Actually he was the only vegetarian shoemaker in Barking but nobody had the heart to tell him.
One day the little shoemaker handed his wife a pair of vegetarisn shoes he had just finished making. "Please put those in the store until a customer comes to buy them my dear," he told her..
"Mein dahlink," said he wife, she was not of German or central European nationality but simply liked speaking in silly voices, "Mein dahlink, why you are making ze vegetarian shoes? Zere is not an inch of space left in ze store for in five years since ve are opining the shop ve haff not had a single customer to buy vegetarian shoes. All day you are making shoes in ze vorkshop, all day I am standing in ze shop watching people smirk and snigger as they go past. Vot a dumbkopf they say to each other only somebody who iss barking mad would buy vegetarian shoes, In fife years ve haff not one single customer. It iss time for you to giff up zis crazy dream and start making strong leather boots for gentlemen and lovely kidskin slippers for ze ladies. People buy meat eating shoes from the other cobblers of Barking, you should also make meat eating shoes."
The Little Vegetarian Shoemaker protested, "But I was born to make vegetarian shoes, it is my destiny to put the feet of Barking folk in vegetarian shoes."
Zen iss it your destiny to catch ze crabs also?" asked his wife rather cryptically.
"Catch crabs, me? Become a crab fisherman? Never, for I could not harm any living creature."
"In zat case you are in for an uncomfortable time for while you chase your crazy dream I have to turn a few tricks in Barking High Street in order zat we may eat. And ze public lice are an occupational hazard. This is Barking, face it, your dream is over, the people want meat eating shoes."
"Then the people are Philistines, " protested the little vegetarian shoemaker, "but if we persevere, one day we will enlighten them."
"You may persevere alone," said the shoemakers wife, "I am leaving you for Percy Vere, the pork butcher down the road. He has taken a liking to me. He bought me these."
She raised her skirts to reveal the most delicate pair of kitten heeled slip on imaginable. "Meat eating shoes," she said proudly,"they must be fed two ounces each of fillet steak per day."
"That is barbaric, " wailed the shoemaker. "I will make you a pair of dancing slippers from woven angel hair noodles, I will carve your clogs from solidified lentil casserole, I will …
"Barbaric? Zink of all those flakes of dry skin your feet are shedding each day. You zink your vegetarian shoes are not eating those to get a little protien? Your shoes are not healthy on a vegetarian diet and unhealthy shoes make for unhealthy feet. Do you zink my Percy would pay good money to suck my toes if all day they had been sweating in somezing like zat." She pointed at the ugly clumpy clogs made from old tyres and raffia that the little shoemaker wore.
These are beautiful shoes and no animals were exploited in the making of them," wailed the vegetarian shoemaker in despair as his pretty wife slammed out of the house and into the arms of Percy Vere who was proffering a large sausage.
For days the Little Vegetarian Shoemaker of Barking sat alone in his shop, contemplating putting an and to his life. Could nobody see the moral superiority of vegetarian shoes.
Just as the little shoemaker was about to end it all a woman with an artificial leg named Heather Mills Medusa walked into the shop. She did not give her name, only that of her prosthetic leg.
"Howaay bonne lad," she said in a strong regional accent, " A vegetarian shoemaker at long last, ah divvn’t knaa what ah’d of done if ah’d not foond yer canny shop. Ah’ve bin skennin fer a vegetarian shoemaker ivver sin that tight bastard McCartney cut uz an‘ wor bairn off wi’ aanly twenteh-fower million te uz name. Hoo’s a commited vegetarian like uz te get by in a meat eating world. Dee ye ken hoo much it cosses te hev vegetrairian shoes flied in fra’ Hindoostan? A fookin fortune, that’s hoo much. An’ ah’ve aanly twenteh-fower million te get by on. Moast folk divvent knaa what hardship is but ah dee, aanly twenteh-fower million mind you. The tight arsed bastard. Ah’ll tek evvera pair of vegetarian shoes ye have in the shop."
"Thank you, thanky you, your ladyshipness, you have saved my life and I am your devoted servant," grovelled the little vegetarian shoemaker."
"Hev ye a lass bonnie lad," asked the lady.
"Alas no longer, she left me for Percy Vere the pork butcher. And I fear none will have be now for I have an vegetarian artificial leg, I carved it myself from bean curd after my wife chewed off the natural one in an act of revenge for my confiscating a pork pie I once caught her eating."
"Yer did good, bonnie lad, the bugger was aanly on the make. Pack yer bags, you deserve a break so ah’m tekkin yer on holiders wi’ uz, you will be my personal vegetarian shoemaker. Did ah mention that uz multi billiontrillionsqillionaire husband, a rock star, cut uz off wi' aanly twenteh fower million. Hoo am ah expected to save the world, feed the poor, heal the sick and lead the effin blind on that eh? Soz yer’ll be worrkin on a shoestring budget. Noo ah need a special pair o’ galoshes for waalkin’ on watter."
The Little shoemaker was overwhelmed, "I can never thank you enough, you have restored my faith, you are the Patron Saint of of Barking" he said
"Awaa wi’ yer, ah knaa ah’m gorgeous and devastatingly sexy but uz’ve aanly just met.
"Maybe," said the vegetarian shoemaker, "but after my wife left I thought the world had spurned me. I believed there was nobody so sane in Barking as to recognise the value of vegetarian shoes. You are the soul of Barking. I think I’m falling in love with you."
Haad on, bonnie lad, Let’s wait until yer vegetarian shoes have become a global fashion item and yer’ve made a few hundred million,then we’ll talk of romance."
On hearing a snippet of news on the radio over the weekend, that among the entourage that will accompanyHeather Mills Medusa, the ex – Mrs. McCartney on her holiday will be, along with her P.A. Social Secretary, personal chef, nanny, personal trainer and the usual hangers on, her personal photographer, personal estate agent, personal interior designer and her personal vegetarian shoemaker, You may think WTF is a vegetarian shoemaker but the news - hungry Boggart Blog team sensed there was a human interest story behind that snippet. So we dispatched one of our ace reporters. This is the item she filed.