Ha ha…..for a moment you’re thinking its Friday. Sorry folks. You’ve got another day to go, but not me. I shouldn’t crow unduly. Half of my day off tomorrow will be spent on a Speed Awareness Course in Bury St Edmunds. Lucky boy eh.
I had a few things to get off my chest this week most of them beginning with the letter P, plus a good selection of research, so I thought I would drop you a quick one even at the risk of discombobulation.
The ludicrous episode earlier in the week involving blatant plagiarism in a speech by Mrs Trump reminded me that I must write to Hen’s old English teacher Mr Fletcher to wish him well. Sadly he has decided to leave Rugby School after I think almost twenty years there. He was one of those special gems, a really inspiring teacher, and he taught Hen a lesson or two. Aged 13 at the time, she fancied herself as a writer of some imagination, but the inspiration failed her when asked to write a story about fairies. Apart from unicorns these have long been amongst her favourite things in life so I have always thought something else intervened that night at prep. Regardless, she handed in a three sided essay pretty much on time. I’ll give her that much. She was summoned the next day by Mr Fletcher who would have been even more irate if Hen hadn’t immediately confessed she had indeed copied the work off something she had found on-line. She was also helped by the fact that her plagiarism was so blatant. I mean, could she have picked a more famous writer on fairies to copy VERBATIM than Hans Christian Anderson? Mr Fletcher had a soft spot for Hen after that truth be told and we for him obviously.
Pokemon Go – loved this video clip and love Nintendo whose share price performance, yup…I know I shouldn’t swank, but I really must…. has put me solidly into first place in the office stock picking competition.
http://www.bbc.co.uk/bbcthree/item/4b42a73a-1d3f-4e9a-b8d5-65deb865232e
So that’s two P’s. I need another one to complete the hat-trick…oh I know…..talking of speeding…….Pigeons. I set a new record this morning in the course of my 22 mile drive from Gazeley to the railway station. Five of them smacked terminally into my car, each erupting in a cloud of feathers I rarely achieve between October and February. Mental. They were totally suicidal today for some reason.
By the way, although I know I repeatedly play the “ever so humble” card, once in a while I don’t mind telling you, I can come up with some pretty witty banter. Take this for example. Whilst I was idling in the vicinity of the printer the other morning, waiting for a report on India’s implementation of GST to chunter off I overhead two of my European colleagues conversing with each other in German.
“Well, we’ll have none of that anymore” I admonished them, with a straight face and to their bemusement.
“This is a post Brexit trading floor….English speaking only if you please”.
How I laughed, as did they, to my relief!
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