What I want to know is why the thick cow decided to sell them on the beach, and not in Darlington or some other place far removed from the sea-shell industry.
You wouldn't try to sell a farmer soil, would you? Or a fricking Orchid owner oranges!
What is the point, and why did the bank manager lend her the money to start her ridiculous business? Didn't her husband/partner give her a good slap on the back of the head for even contemplating such an idea?
How about the bank manager? Did he get sacked for being such a complete goon? At the very least I would expect he got the beating of his life back at home that night when his wife found out he'd lent some ropey old tart £50k to start a sea-shell-selling shop. I'd think he spent a few nights in the spare room with his miniture Totem pole "Barry" as his only friend.
What a malarky. What do you lot reckon?

