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Consultant: “Hello, you are the proprietor I presume?” Customer: “That’s correct, who on earth are you?” Consultant: “I’m from your management consultancy. We’re late for the stock market […]
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Consultant: “Hello, you are the proprietor I presume?” Customer: “That’s correct, who on earth are you?” Consultant: “I’m from your management consultancy. We’re late for the stock market […]
» Read moreIn the flow of Green River the swans float serine The lock gates there open Pleasure boats glide in between As the sun creeps it glitters We downcast our […]
» Read moreFleet Street trembles before Gordon. Sleepless editors stir steaming, midnight Horlicks. “Our presses will grind to a halt,” they wail. “What’s to be done about Gordon?” “His children are […]
» Read moreThis is a true story. In England we killed our king. Well, when I say that we did, what I mean is that Oliver Cromwell did. And, having chopped the […]
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