A letterful of grass …

I remember a friend of mine who had worked in Zambia used to receive every month a rolled-up copy of the Zambia Times containing, in its pages, enough grass for a large number of fat joints.

This week I received, in what must count as one of the stupidest mailshots ever, a flyer for an energy company, containing – wait for it – a handful of cut grass. The thin transparent envelope had got torn in the post so immediately the grass was all over the floor, and the hoover had to come out. Why grass? I didn’t bother to read the blurb but it was something to do with cutting prices. To name the company would (a) contravene the Buddhist precept of not speaking ill of others and (b) give them publicity. But I expect that after this lands on thousands of households, someone in their marketing company will be looking for a new job soon.

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