Ah, but as the small Northumberland based professional Advanced Protractor-Use Display team dismount from their display zebras and make their way towards the marquee for a well-deserved nice cup of tea, here we sit and ponder the meaning of loganberries. There was a time, my little dessert spoon when we would ponder life’s eternal verities sometimes up to as late as half past seven at night, providing - of course – such an undertaking would not interfere too greatly with that night’s proposed televisual entertainings.
Oh, but we were young then and had the supple capabilities in and around the knee area that made such erotic undertakings not only possible, but far less of a strain on the lower back and much more economical with the custard than has latterly become the case. Still, as they say, you can’t undertake the construction of a state of the art engineering project with out the availability of a decent lump hammer, as I’m sure – on reflection – you are bound to agree.
We stand here and gaze down as the great migratory herds of diversity outreach co-ordinators sweep majestically across the open plains before us. As we watch, we cannot help but wonder if there will ever come a time when their numbers dwindle to a point where they too become an endangered species. A time when we no longer hear their wild and savage cries splitting the peace of the night as they go – clipboard in hand – out into the dark of the night in search of their unfortunate prey.
Now, where did I leave the stirrup pump?
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