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None of this worried Ebenezer Scrunge, safely ensconced in his luxury flat in Netherton (yes - it is fiction).
It had been a good day for Scrunge, the owner of a long established, but struggling, small manufacturing company and well-known local tight-wad.
The unmistakeable voice of Scrunge's erstwhile business partner, Jacob Gnarley issued forth from Jacob's ghostly visage.
Before Scrunge stood the Ghost of Christmas Past; a curiously androgynous creature with a not-too-bright light shining from the top of its head, flickering occasionally - clearly a Joseph Lucas 'Prince of Darkness' headlamp.
"You can yet change, but be careful who you learn from, Ebenezer Scrunge."
Unable to stand these painful memories and his growing regret of them, Scrunge goes to turn off the headlamp; unfortunately the Lucas switch doesn't work, but the light goes out anyway as the bulbs fails (as usual).
Returned to his room, Scrunge awaits the next ghost.
The family even toast the 'Ogre' Scrunge, but the mere mention of his name puts everyone in a right old cob.
At his nephew Jed's home, Scrunge sees Jed telling everyone that he still believes that it is not too late for his uncle to change.
Scrunge, starting to believe that he may yet reinvent himself, wants to stay but the spirit takes him home; to further make a point the spirit also reveals to Scrunge two emaciated children, clinging to his robes and, quoting Charles Dickens directly, names the boy as Ignorance and the girl as Want.
The spirit warns Scrunge: "Beware them both, and all of their degree, but most of all beware this boy, for on his brow I see that written which is Doom, unless the writing be erased."
The Ghost departs, leaving Scrunge in the realisation that ignorance comes from lack of education and training and that want could be lessened if he faced up to his social responsibilities.
You might wince when you cram yourself into and scrunge yourself out of this incredibly low-slung sportster, but you're in for a driving experience and a half.
Bad hair days are a thing of the past thanks to a clever new scrunge band called the Hair Genie.
During his final year in the sixth form, he developed his masterplan - jewellery stores which cater for attitude not age and sell everything from 50p scrunge bands to pounds 700 diamante handbags.