Postcard Pete

When Pete Moaner heard everything was going digital it didn’t go down with him too well, he decided to make a protest and wonder which way was best. The more he thought about it and all the things he’d miss he got angrier and angrier. No more love letters with s.w.a.l.k. on the back to hold onto forever never letting go, the bills he didn’t mind those he could do without. Now for his protest it had to be strong, something no one would forget. He bought up all the saucy postcards he could get and wrote on everyone and signed them P.M. then sent them off to the power to be and every computer company. He sent them by the sack full but none of them had a stamp. If they were going to stop people from writing sweet nothings to one another the postage they could pay. Eventually the law caught up with him when he tried to deposit a truckload of cards at the local post office. The newspapers had a field day and dubbed him Postcard Pete the protester. The judge asked him when he went to court how do you plead. Guilty your honour as I did it four our society. Your honour would never get those scented love letters from your lady fair if everything went digital. You would have nothing in future years to fondle and hold. No paper to sniff the scent of her erotic perfume, no more mementoes when you grow old, that’s why I did it sir to help people like you. The judge nodded and called Pete to his bench. Did you sign any postcard with your real name? No your honour I couldn’t do that. I signed them all from the P.M. The judge looked up and in a stern voice said; case dismissed through lack of evidence unless someone wants to call the Prime Minister in. Postcard Pete left the courtroom his protest was done. No more love letters through emails and on that we’ll have to wait and see.