Spout, handle, lid of metal, what’s inside the Singing Kettle?
Here in Coming Up Corner we have pondered that very question for many, many years. Pondered it for literally countless hours. Pondered it endlessly, Indeed pondered it (there has been a lot of pondering over the years) ever since our tender youth when we would bounce upon the maternal (or paternal) knee desperate for Cilla or Artie to invite us up on to the stage, where we would ultimately be invited to dress as a duck before being urged to quack repeatedly.
Quack! Quack quack! Quack quack quack! Quack! Quack quack quack! Quack! Quack quack! Quack! Quack quack quack! And so on and so forth.
Glorious, glorious times.
Quack!
So to be able, now in our more cynical advanced years to reveal once and for all the contents of the kettle itself would represent a dream come true.
Indeed, we would love nothing more than to tell you but devastatingly it turns out aforementioned water-heating receptacle would cost us well in excess of £1700.
That’s right folks, the Singing Kettle (or at least one of them) has been put up for sale on a popular auction website.
It started out at 99p, but quickly rocketed to a staggering not to mention mind-boggling and even eye-watering £1700. And there are five days still to go.
Crikey.
Don’t miss the incredible full story on the pricely prop in Tuesday’s terrific Courier.
Now why don’t you sit down with a nice brew and enjoy the latest twist in wind-gate?
We have details of a change of fortune for Indea Ogilvie, who watched in helpless horror as 530 squid blew away in the breeze during last week’s storm.
She was very sad but is now very happy.
Find out why she has been experiencing such a whirlwind of emotions in Tuesday’s Courier.
And talking of the weather, it’s been really rather cold.
Jolly cold in fact.
We have all the latest as temperatures plummet to record lows.
But if it’s a heart-warming tale you are after it doesn’t come much better than lovely, lovely Carol Smillie brandishing a mighty meat pie.
Find out why Carol was swanning about Dundee, peh in hand, in Tuesday’s Courier.
And if it’s a smack in the gob you are after, look no further than our coverage of the dad being taken to a small claims court for the princely sum of £15.95 after he failed to inform a fellow parent his son wouldn’t be making a child’s birthday party.
Remarkable stuff.
A cracking read awaits all our readers. You would be mad (not medically, but certainly metaphorically) to miss it. For the full enchilada, as it were, be sure to snap up Tuesday’s Courier. Failing that why not try our digital edition?