Wipe The Slate Clean!

Great shows last week kid.
The Thursday show in particular caused great consternation in comatose Castlederg when two Japanese soldiers staggered over the bridge with their hands in the air. Apparently the two old relics had been hiding in Killeter forest since World War Two.
Oh they were tattered, they were torn, at the webbing they were worn, the two Samurai from the rising sun.
When asked why they had decided to surrender the old warriors screamed,
"Jelly Anderson singing about a wee boy up a tree drove us out of our bunker and out of our mind!"
"HARI-KARI!" screamed the ancient enemy. "HARI-KARI!"
A kindly Castlederger said,
" Keep her lit boys. The Hari-Kari restaurant is on the Strabane Road, next door to the cat sanctuary."
The last I heard, the two Japanese soldiers were working as bouncers for Sammy Walls. A gang of hoodies who turned up wearing trainers, are now building a railway line from Castlederg to Clogher. In five or six years time, Rosie Ryan and her son Bon Jovi could be causing havoc and mayhem in the lanes and byways round Castlederg.
Tommy my cat put down the Financial Times and said,
"If America loses its triple AAA credit rating how will that affect the "special" relationship with Britain?"
"Britain is tied to America's coat-tails!" I yelled. "If America goes down the pan Britain follows like the tail of kite."
"Cor, Cor and thrice times, Cor Blimey!" roared Tommy. "It seems like the WHOLE world is in debt."
"The whole world IS in debt my fine feathered friend," I cried, "and every day the debt climbs higher and higher!"
Tommy drew a rough likeness of Tubby Nolan on the floor with lard and said,
"To whom is the world in debt to?"
I pondered deeply, which I wouldn't recommend on an empty stomach and said,
"Every country in the world is in debt to another country in the world."
"START A-NEW!" cried Tommy. "Clean the slate,wipe out all debt and start a-new! Print more money, it's only paper, that way no country will be in debt."
I looked at Tommy, so young, so innocent, so concerned about the fate of the world and yelled,
"Put your coat on lad, tonight I put you on a plane and tomorrow you address the world bank in New York with your brilliant, amazing, smashing monetary plan."
You may have seen Tommy tear Jeremy Paxman apart on Newsnight with his caustic wit and remarkable grasp of fiscal and monetary shenanigans.