Geno The Clown (Sports Reporter)

I am Geno The Clown. I didn’t complete my PhD in MicroEconomics as my brilliant brilliant research into the neo-schumpeterian wave analysis of village fête raffles in Lincolnshire drove me brilliantly mad.

Reduced to advertising nonsense products for scraps of life & living & mod cons… Nurishment refreshes the brain and body in four different ways, and in six tasty metallic flavours. Get it down your trapbox!

Robert bastard paedophile Peston beat me to the BBC Chief Economics Dumbing-Down-For-Ignorant-Britain news job. Now I am reduced to doing sports reporting for the frankly awful internet television station OMITV.tv

Every night I dream of this beautiful clown. I dream of kissing her. Of marrying her. But she does not exist. Instead I am lonely in a South London bedsit, falling asleep in my increasingly make-up stained Joseph Alois Schumpeter textbooks & journals.

I dream of us being together. Night & day. I can’t concentrate on my TV work for the thought of she. SHE! She might be watching….

Clownwoman, how I adore thee… Be mine! Be… real?

Let the brightness of my smile come to life with you, my beauty, my angelclown…

In my dreams I also lose my eye in a freak sports reporting accident. I claim the “Injured at work?” compensation and I invest it according to my own wild sexy brilliant brilliant brilliant economical genius!! I become a very rich clown, and receive an Honorary Doctorate of Esteemed Economical Genius at the University of Streatham. I become a very important clown.

I am deeply worried by all sorts of important matters beyond the comprehension of mere mortals such as yourselves. And Geno… It’s short for genocide.

But I LOVE her!!!

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