Tony Vowles

 

 

 

The Day I Fired Alan Sugar

I said look big guy, enough’s enough.  When it comes to the intricacies of macroeconomics and the bell curve, let’s face it, you’re not lord of the manor are you? Despite his rough, tough demeanor he was a pussy cat and sank like a pound coin down the sofa: his life was in tatters, please just one more chance, blah blah.  When he calmed down he said his real love was playing Big Bill Broonzy on an old acoustic guitar.  Would I like to hear something?  Ever the entrepreneur he whipped the instrument from the small of his pocket and launched into ‘Nobody Knows You When You’re Down And Out’.  I was stunned.  In all my years in business I’d never heard such talent, pure as a silk kimono.  Of course, that was a long time ago, but I know he’s still doing well. Last night for instance, he graced the QVC channel, demonstrating the latest range in George Foreman’s ‘Lean Mean Grilling Machine.’

 

 

Tony Vowles‘ poetry has previously appeared in Magma, Smiths Knoll, Agenda, The Interpreters House, Tears in the Fence, Dawntreader, Nutshell, Prole, Fourteen, Under The Radar and Ink, Sweat & Tears.  He is completing MA Writing at Sheffield Hallam University.

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