Wednesday 4 March 2009
When is a sneer not a sneer?
When it's a slur. At Precision Handling's promotions meeting the other day. It's really the revenge meeting; we're all primates, even the Archbishop of Canterbury (well, especially him, I suppose) and some pleasures, such as knifing an enemy, seem to be hardwired. The results were gratifying: a win for the good guys. Well, possibly not, there are no good guys. But there are plenty of bad guys, and revenge is worth waiting for. Especially when no-one knows whose hands are on the dagger.
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This sounds truly exciting! Is there going to be a next installment? Are there going to be clues along the way to what you are talking about?
Oh Inky, I am totally cut out for this role, like totally. I have a Lady Macbeth costume, which I oft-times wear with a Louise Brooks wig, just to give it an edgy vibe, you know the kinda thing, and I could sprawl against the water cooler husking the My hand will the multitudinous seas incardine speech, and the board members will tear their agendas asunder, like circus strong men, and the stock will rise exponentially.
Jesus, but I'm hungover.
cryptic indeed.
Mrs Pouncer, can I come hang out with you? I've got costumes galore and a hankering for circus strong men to boot
Gadj, thanks, but security is an issue you know [taps nose meaningfully with forefinger and doesn't fall over this time. See, Mrs Pouncer, I'm not always pissed.]
Mrs Pouncer, Nursemyra, ladies, have you met? Oh, really, you both know... REALLY? Was he any good?
This sounds more like Othello than MacBeth.
I was never very good at the Private Eye crossword. Too cryptic. Who the hell is "Brenda" anyway ?
I'm a whiz with the Sun quickie though.
What does this say about me, I wonder?
Ah, the smiling assassin. Cesare would approve.
Nursemyra, it would be a pleasure and an honour. I feel we have a lot of common ground to cover.
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