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Friday, February 18, 2011

Pale hands I loved behind the chalet, ma

The usual end-of-Friday missive or epistle from His Esteemed Excellency And Chief Executive J.Arthur Blenkenstein, detailing this week's efforts to undermine staff morale, cut public services and generally spread joy throughout the land, lands in my Outlook inbox at the same time as Microsoft's press release informing me of: "The technical beauty of Internet Explorer 9."

Strychnine on the rocks for me.


zmkc said...

Pull yourself together. Strychnine is very bad for you - although not habit forming, I gather.

Gadjo Dilo said...

J.Arthur is a close relative of the rhyming slang enthusiast Mr Rank, I take it.

Pat said...

I love zmkc's comment.

Happy Frog and I said...

You are the second person to mention strychnine in the last two days. Is there a BOGOFF going on I was unaware off?

Madame DeFarge said...

A view from the top is always welcome. We have a similar exercise that greets us every Friday afternoon. Is that the designated cheery time for bosses?

Kevin Musgrove said...

zmkc: this comes as a relief!

Gadjo: quite so

Pat: :-)

Happy Frog and You: it was the Co-op last week. Only the best Fairtrade strychnine, though.

Madame DeF: it's part of some fuckwit training course, I think.