Ventured eastwards to Huntingdon, to meet friends at the Huntingdonshire Business Network. It felt like wading through the white foaming sea in the packed Indoor Bowls Club to reach our meeting room as local teams were in heated battle on the carpets.
Business at the Committee Meeting was less onerous than usual and speedily completed, permitting a more relaxing subsequent networking meeting
A long absent colleague, Mr Christie, made a welcome appearance, bearing a large misshapen sack that aroused curiosity. When it's contents were revealed, and in conjunction with Mr Christie's paramilitary attire, my first thought was that the oft presaged revolution had finally arrived, as a veritable arsenal of modern weaponry was exposed. Latent republican tendencies were stillborn as it became apparent that these were remarkable accurate facsimiles. Capable of firing pellets, these are for sportly skirmishes by those of a more excitable disposition.
The weapons were disturbingly alluring; the weight of the SIG 226 pistol in the hand had a seductive, sinister quality. Looking across at Mr Williamson, a master of drafting the last Will and Testament for his clients, his thoughtful gaze at the Magful Masada carbine intimated contemplations of a more terminal marketing strategy.
Lighter relief was afforded by Mr Straus, who displayed his choice selection of wines, beer and cider, all bearing the labels designed by me, with constructive contributions from a previous HBN meeting.
After HBN, I braved the highway again to travel to Over, to meet with Mr Beal, Mrs Farndale and Mrs Heeneman. to work on our Tutorcloud project.
I returned home in darkness, to spend the evening entertained by the Red Nose Day television broadcast. Highlight for me was the melodious interpretation of "I know him so well" in a duet by Mrs Boyle and Mr Kay, the latter droll in the role of a woman, yet a pleasant alto voice.
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I do enjoy your flowery prose.
ReplyDeleteHowever I admit to some concern that you might recognise in my gaze thoughtful contemplations of a terminal marketing strategy: a strategy by the way which I believe, if it existed, would surely contain some practical difficulties in its execution.
Dear Mr Williamson,
ReplyDeleteThank you for your considered response which unfortunately engendered a precipitous rush of fantastical options that would overcome the perceived difficulties in execution!
As all of these would however be contrary to your kind and considerate nature, I beg of you not to seek further elaboration but rather pursue the more genteel routes to a successful increase in your clientèle.